[And then she kisseth him.
Franklin. And if he stay, the fault shall not be mine.
Mosbie, farewell, and see you keep your oath.
Mosbie. I hope he is not jealous of me now.
Arden. No, Mosbie, no; hereafter think of me
As of your dearest friend, and so farewell.
[Exeunt Arden, Franklin, and Michael.
Alice. I am glad he is gone; he was about to stay,
But did you mark me then how I brake off?
Mosbie. Ay, Alice, and it was cunningly performed. 420
But what a villain is that painter Clarke!
Alice. Was it not a goodly poison that he gave?
Why, he’s as well now as he was before.
It should have been some fine confection
That might have given the broth some dainty taste:
This powder was too gross and populous.
Mosbie. But had he eaten but three spoonfuls more,
Then had he died and our love continued.
Alice. Why, so it shall, Mosbie, albeit he live.