Nowe or at doomes day. If thy comon sence
Be not yet parted from thee, understande
I doe not cursse[100] thee dyinge, because once
I loved thee dearlye; & collect by that
There is no devyll in me nor in hell
That could have flesht me to thys violent deathe,
Hadst thou beene false to all the worlde but me.--
But he is nowe past thynkinge on for that,
And were he buryed all were perfytted.

[_Didier stepps out_.

_Did_. What will you say if I become the sexton?

_Gan_. That after that thou mayst hang thy selfe ithe bellropps.
--What makst thou heare?

_Did_. I will assuer you, Sir,
No legge to your wise lordshypp for my life,
Thyngs standinge as they doe.

_Gan_. Verye good, Sir,
Y'are wondrous merry.

_Did_. Can you blame me, Sir,
When I may treade upon myne enemye?
I am your condemd creature, I am lost.

_Gan_. ... ... ... ... ...
Howe camst thou hyther?