The Works of Christopher Marlowe
The Jew of Malta
Act:
5
Scene:
1
Ithimore
Nor me neither, I cannot out-run you Constable, oh my belly.
Ithimore
Gilty, my Lord, I confesse; your sonne and Mathias were both contracted unto Abigall ; he forg'd a counterfeit challenge.
Ithimore
I carried it, I confesse, but who writ it? Marry, even he that strangled Bernardine, poyson'd the Nuns, and his owne daughter.