Wil.  Good Maister Cowley, you were ever kinde,
But pardon me; I will not utter it
To any one, for I have past my worde;
And therefore urge me not to tell my griefe.

Cow.  But those that smother griefe too secretly,
May wast themselves in silent anguishment,
And bring their bodies to so low an ebb,
That all the world can never make it flowe,
Unto the happy hight of former health. 
Then be not [so] iniurious to thy selfe,
To wast thy strength in lamentation,
But tell thy case; wele seeke some remedie.

Wil.  My cause of griefe is now remedilesse,
And all the world can never lessen it;
Then since no meanes can make my sorrowes lesse,
Suffer me waile a woe which wants redresse.

Cow.  Yet let me beare a part in thy lamentes, I love thee not so ill but I will mone Thy heavie haps; thou shalt not sigh alone.

Wil.  Nay, if you are so curious to intrude
Your selfe to sorrow, where you have no share,
I will frequent some unfrequented place
Where none shall here nor see my lamentations. [Exit.

Cow.  And I will follow wheresoever thou goe; I will be a partner of thy helplesse woe.

[Exit.

[SCENE III.]

Enter two Watermen.

1. Will, ist not time we should go to our boates, And give attendance for this Bartlemew tide?  Folkes will be stirring early in the morning.

2.  By my troth I am indifferent whether I go or no.  If a fare come, why so; if not, why so; if I have not their money, they shall have none of my labour.

1.  But we that live by our labours, must give attendance.  But where lyes thy Boate?

2.  At Baynards Castle staires.

1.  So do’s mine, then lets go together.

2.  Come, I am indifferent, I care not so much for going; but if I go with you, why so; if not, why so. [He falls over the bag.  Sblood, what rascall hath laide this in my way!

1.  A[32] was not very indifferent that did so, but you are so permentorie, to say, why so, and why so, that every one is glad to do you iniurie.  But lets see:  what is it?

    [Taking the Sack by the end, one of the legs and head drops out.

Good Lord deliver us! a mans legges, and a head with manie wounds!

2.  Whats that so much?  I am indifferent, yet for mine owne part, I understand the miserie of it; if you doe, why so, if not, why so.

1.  By my troth I understand no other mistery but this:  It is a strange and very rufull sight.  But, prethee, what doost thou conceit of it?

2.  In troth I am indifferent, for if I tell you, why so, if not why so.

1.  If thou tell me, Ile thanke thee; therefore I prethee tell me.

2.  I tell you I am indifferent; but to be plaine with you, I am greeved to stumble at the hangmans budget.