_Did_. Why, looke you, Sir, by thys, [_Shoes the key_.
Thys that Ive kepte as a stronge cordyall
Agaynst your vyllanyes. Nay, behould it well,
For as I live tys counterfayte.

_Gan_. What a leaden-skulld slave he maks me.--
Why, art thou doutfull of me? faythe I love thee.

_Did_. Yes, as the devyll does freirs holye water.
Come, I doe knowe your practyse gaynst my life,
And ment my selfe t'have easd myne injuryes;
But nowe thys act hathe given you to the lawe
And saved me from all daunger.

_Gan_. What! that I
Have practysd gaynst thee! tys most damned false.
I doe protest I love thee trulye, fullye.
Come, let us joyne; my contyence says thou didst
But what was good & noble.

_Did_. Nay, by's lighte,
I make no suyte fort, tys at your free choyce.
If I but chaunce to toule hys passinge bell
And give the parryshe notyce who is dead,
You know what tends the rumor.

_Gan_. Come, no more;
I faythe I love thee dearelye, trust uppon't;
And to abandon feare on eyther parte,