Bradshaw. That will I, Master Greene, and so farewell. 80
Here, Will, there’s a crown for thy good news.
[Exit Bradshaw.
Will. Farewell, Bradshaw; I’ll drink no water for thy
sake whilst this lasts.—Now, gentleman, shall we
have your company to London?
Greene. Nay, stay, sirs:
A little more I needs must use your help,
And in a matter of great consequence,
Wherein if you’ll be secret and profound,
I’ll give you twenty angels for your pains. 89
Will. How? twenty angels? give my fellow George
Shakebag and me twenty angels? And if thou’lt
have thy own father slain, that thou may’st inherit
his land, we’ll kill him. 93
Shakebag. Ay, thy mother, thy sister, thy brother,
or all thy kin.
Greene. Well, this it is: Arden of Feversham
Hath highly wronged me about the Abbey land,
That no revenge but death will serve the turn.
Will you two kill him? here’s the angels down,
And I will lay the platform of his death. 100
Will. Plat me no platforms; give me the money, and
I’ll stab him as he stands pissing against a wall, but
I’ll kill him.
Shakebag. Where is he?
Greene. He is now at London, in Aldersgate Street.