Greene. The first is Arden, and that’s his man,
The other is Franklin, Arden’s dearest friend.
Will. Zounds, I’ll kill them all three.
Greene. Nay, sirs, touch not his man in any case;
But stand close, and take you fittest standing,
And at his coming forth speed him: 40
To the Nag’s Head, there is this coward’s haunt.
But now I’ll leave you till the deed be done.
[Exit Greene.
Shakebag. If he be not paid his own, ne’er trust Shakebag.
Will. Sirrah Shakebag, at his coming forth I’ll run him
through, and then to the Blackfriars, and there
take water and away.
Shakebag. Why, that’s the best; but see thou miss him not.
Will. How can I miss him, when I think on the forty
angels I must have more?
Here enters Prentice.
Prentice. ’Tis very late; I were best shut up my stall,
for here will be old filching, when the press comes
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