Mosbie. Tell me, sweet Alice, how shall I escape? 350
Alice. Out at the back-door, over the pile of wood,
And for one night lie at the Flower-de-luce.
Mosbie. That is the next way to betray myself.
Greene. Alas, Mistress Arden, the watch will take me hers,
And cause suspicion, where else would be none.
Alice. Why, take that way that Master Mosbie doth;
But first convey the body to the fields.
[Then they bear the body into the fields.
Mosbie. Until to-morrow, sweet Alice, now farewell:
And see you confess nothing in any case.
Greene. Be resolute, Mistress Alice, betray us not, 360
But cleave to us as we will stick to you.
[Exeunt Mosbie and Greene.
Alice. Now, let the judge and juries do their worst:
My house is clear, and now I fear them not.