Offer itself, we would appear no other.

But come,
Let's not lose what we shall ne'er recover,
This opportunity.[Exeunt

⁠Pellegrin. Nassurat,
You have not thought of any stratagem yet?

⁠Nassurat. Yes, I have thought.

⁠Pellegrin. What?

⁠Nassurat. That if you have any accompts with heaven,⁠5
They may go on.
This villainous dying's like a strange tune, has run so in my
head, no wholesome consideration would enter it. Nothing
angers me neither, but that I pass my mistress's window
to't.⁠10

⁠Pellegrin. Troth, that's unkind! I have something
troubles me too.

⁠Nassurat. What's that?

⁠Pellegrin. The people will say, as we go along, thou art
the properer fellow. Then I break an appointment with⁠15
a merchant's wife; but who can help it, Nassurat?

⁠Nassurat. Yea, who can help it indeed? she's to blame,
though, faith, if she does not bear with thee, considering the
occasion———

⁠Pellegrin. Considering the occasion, as you say, a man⁠20
would think he might be borne with. There's a scrivener
I should have paid some money to, upon my word!
but———

⁠Orsabrin. By fair Sabrina's name,
I conjure you not to refuse the mercy⁠25
Of the Prince.

⁠Samorat. ⁠It is resolv'd, sir. You know my answer.

⁠Orsabrin. Whither am I fallen!
I think, if I should live a little longer,
I should be made the cause of all the mischief
Which should arise to the world. Hither I came⁠30
To save a friend, and, by a slight of fortune,
I destroy him. My very ways to good