MERC (reading in a book)

    Joance, h dull mind,

    And quiet senses and unventurous .

    t; two hundred crowns,

    All for a soul, a little breath of wind.

    there

    t no mere lapse of days can make me yours.

    FIRSt MERC.

    t ;often at night

    he is wakeful from a dread of growing poor,

    And theres any man

    t y.quot;

    A PEASANt.  it?

    And I  midnight.

    ANOt. I  trust my moter this.

    FIRSt MERC. two hundred crowns.

    A PEASANt. ts plenty for a rogue.

    ANOt. Id give hing.

    S no more??so take ws offered you.

    (A general murmur, during o background,

    .)

    FIRSt MERC.  a better soul t?

    If only for t of your parisraffic h us.

    A OMAN.  will you give for mine?

    FIRSt MERC (reading in book)

    quot;Soft, ill young quot;??not muc;

    Its certain t to

    Knos he jar

    Bet.quot;

    the scandalous book.

    FIRSt MERC. quot;Nor how when hes away

    At t e ws hid

    ill tap times upon t;

    tter, t is no reason

    hers.

    FIRSt MERC. Youre almost safe, I give you fifty crowns

    (Surns to go.)

    A hen.

    ShEMUS. oman, have sense?come, Come.

    Is time to  the price?

    take it up. ts right.

    (Sakes to the crowd.)

    FIRSt MERC. Come, deal, deal, deal. It is but for cy e buy suc all; a thousand sins

    Made ters long before we came.

    (ALEEL enters.)

    ALEEL. ake my sou