2 Mur.  Then God forbid I should consort my selfe
With one so far from grace and pietie,
Least being found within thy companie,
I should be partner of thy punishment.

1 Mur.  When wee have done what we have vowed to do,
My hart desires to have no fellowship
With those that talk of grace or godlinesse. 
I nam’d not God, unleast twere with an othe,
Sence the first hour that I could walk alone;
And you that make so much of conscience,
By heaven thou art a damned hipocrite,
For thou hast vow’d to kill that sleeping boy,
And all to gaine two hundreth markes in gold. 
I know this purenesse comes of pure deceit,
To draw me from from the murthering of the child,
That you alone might have the benefit. 
You are too shallow; if you gull me so,
Chop of my head to make a Sowsing-tub,
And fill it full of tripes and chitterlinges.

2 Mur.  That thou shalt see my hart is far from fraud,
Or vaine illusion in this enterprize,
Which doth import the safetie of our soules,
There take my earnest of impietie. [Give him his mony. 
Onely forbeare to lay thy ruder handes
Upon the poore mistrustlesse tender child. 
As for our vowes, feare not their violence;
God will forgive on hartie penitence.

1 Mur.  Thou Eunuch, Capon, Dastard, fast and loose,
Thou weathercocke of mutabilitie,
White-livered Paisant, wilt thou vowe and sweare,
Face and make semblance with thy bagpipe othes
Of that thou never meanst to execute? 
Pure cowardice, for feare to cracke thy necke
With the huge Caos of thy bodies waight,
Hath sure begot this true contrition. 
Then fast and pray, and see if thou canst winne,
A goodlie pardon for thy hainous sinne. 
As for the boy, this fatall instrument
Was mark’d by heaven to cut his line[20] of life,
And must supplie the knife of Atropos,
And if it doe not, let this maister-piece
(Which nature lent the world to wonder at)
Be slit in Carbonadoes[21] for the jawes
Of some men-eating hungrie Canniball. 
By heaven ile kill him onely for this cause,
For that he came of vertuous Auncestors.

2 m.  But by that God which made that wondrous globe,
Wherein is seene his powerfull dietie,[22]
Thou shalt not kill him maugre all thy spight. 
Sweare, and forsweare thyselfe ten thousand times. 
Awake Pertillo, for thou art betrai’d;
This bloody slave intends to murther thee. [Draw both.

1 mur.  Both him, and all, that dare to rescue him.

Per.  Wherefore? because I slept without your leave?  Forgive my fault, ile never sleepe againe.

2 Mur.  No Child, thy wicked Unckle hath suborn’d
Both him and me to take thy life away,
Which I would save, but that this hellish impe
Will not content to spare thy guiltlesse blood.