[_Exeunt_ambo_. _Alex_. Goe, goe to and goe to, I say and I sait; here wilbe some revenge.

If the Gent[leman] fall my lady has promist me a farme of 100 pounds a yeare; goe to, then. Now, if her sonn be slayne, heres then this purse of gold and this rich Jewell which she sent to him. By this wee see, whoever has the worst, The fox fares well, but better when hees curst.

[121] Goe to and goe to then. [_Exit_. ACTUS QUINTUS.

(SCENE 1.) _Enter_Lady_Marlowe_sola_. _Lady_.

Twas[122] here about; these are the poplars, this The yewe he named. How prettily thees trees Bow, as each meant to Consecrate a branch To the drownd lovers! and, methinks, the streame Pitt[y]ing their herse should want all funerall rights, Snatches the virgin lillies from his bankes To strow their watry sepulcher. Who would Desire an easier wafting to their death Then through this River? what a pleasing sound Its liquid fingers, harping on the stones, Yeilds to th'admiring eare! _Enter_Thorowgood,_Clariana,_and_Magdalen_.