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Book, page 42 / 109 And, as you are a man, deny't me not. SHERIFF. Woman, what is it? be it in my power, Thou shalt obtain it. DOLL. Let me die next, sir; that is all I crave: You know not what a comfort you shall bring To my poor heart, to die before my husband. SHERIFF. Bring her to death; she shall have her desire. CLOWN. Sir, and I have a suit for you too. SHERIFF. What is it? CLOWN. That, as you have hanged Lincoln first, and will hang her next, so you will not hang me at all. SHERIFF. Nay, you set ope' the Counter gates, and you must hang for the folly. CLOWN. Well, then, so much for it! DOLL. Sir, your free bounty much contents my mind. Commend me to that good shrieve Master More, And tell him, had't not been for his persuasion, John Lincoln had not hung here as he does: We would first have locked us up in Leadenhall, And there been burnt to ashes with the roof. SHERIFF.
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