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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 3 Scene: 3

Why, was there ever seene such villany,

So neatly plotted, and so well perform'd?

Both held in hand, and flatly both beguil'd.

Oh, Mistresse, ha ha ha.

Oh my master.

Oh Mistris! I have the bravest, gravest, secret, subtil, bottle-nos'd knave to my Master, that ever Gentleman had.

Oh, my master has the bravest policy.

Why, know you not?

Know you not of Mathias and Don Lodowickes disaster?

Why the devil invented a challenge, my master writ it, and I carried it, first to Lodowicke, and imprimis to Mathias.

And then they met, and as the story sayes,

In dolefull wise they ended both their dayes.

Am I Ithimore?

So sure did your father write, and I cary the chalenge.

I pray, mistris, wil you answer me to one question?

A very feeling one; have not the Nuns fine sport with the Fryars now and then?

I will forsooth, Mistris.

When, ducke you?