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ke money.)
But no, not yet,
For to set you to.
Sful as t,
And all t talk of buying a vapour
Is fancy bred. I might have known as much,
Because ts rick?o?talks.
FIRSt MERC. ts for ts separate price; But neitill the works
done.
tEIG. the same for me.
MARY. Oill?
FIRSt MERC. Youve but to cry aloud at every cross?road, At every we buy mens
souls,
And give so good a price t all may live
In mirt till the famines done,
Because we are Cian men.
Ss away.
tREIGgt; I sill Ive earned the price.
SECOND MERC. (wowards fire)
Stop, for er,
t able men.
And ertainment on the road.
(tRIG and Sopped. tEIG takes t.)
MARY. Destroyers of souls, God roy you quickly.
You s last dry like dry leaves and hang
Nailed like dead vermin to the doors of God.
SECOND MERC.
Curse to your fill, for saints will heir dreams.
FIRSt MERCm t vermin t our Master sent to overrun t the end
S the moon
And quencars in tral night.
MARY., God is all powerful.
SECOND MERC. Pray, you shall need him.
You s dock and grass, and dandelion,
till t lohere becomes a wall,
And when your hands can scarcely drag your body
e shall be near you.
(MARY faints.) (t MERC takes up t, spreads it before tands in front of
it warming his hands.)
FIRSt MERC. Our faces go unscra