To meete them where they act it in the darke.

_Gan_. True, _Didier_, there is so, and from that
May penytence want power to rescue theym.

_Did_. Be there a dearthe of arte to helpe complexion,
And for theym many housses of correctyon.

_Gan_. And if it be possyble o let the Bedle
Not with theire money but hys owne whypp medle,
And lashe theym soundlye.

_Did_. No, thats not so good:
May all theire soundnes tourne toth poxes foode.

_Gan_. May constables to cadges[102] styll comend theym
And theire knowne foes, age & ill cloathes attend theym.

_Did_. May they want skyll to banyshe theire breathes stynke,
And onlye Barbers potyons be their drynke.
May theire sore wast theire lynnen into lynte
For medlinge with other stones then flynte.

_Gan_. And to conclude thys hartylie breathd cursse;
Theire lives beinge monstrous, let theire ends be worsse.

_Did_. Amen.

_Enter Gabriella_.