[Act 2, Scene 2]
Clo.
Certainely, my conscience will serue me to run
from this Iew my
Maister: the fiend is at mine elbow,
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and tempts me, saying to
me,
Iobbe,
Launcelet
Iobbe
, good
Launcelet, or good
Iobbe, or good
Launcelet Iobbe, vse
your legs, take the start, run awaie: my conscience saies
no; take heede honest
Launcelet, take
heed honest
Iobbe,
or as
afore‑said honest
Launcelet Iobbe, doe
not runne,
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scorne running with thy heeles; well, the most
coragi
ous fiend bids me packe,
fia saies the fiend, away saies
the fiend, for the
heauens rouse vp a braue minde saies
the fiend, and run; well,
my conscience hanging about
the necke of my heart, saies verie
wisely to me: my ho
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nest friend
Launcelet, being an honest mans sonne, or
ra
ther an honest womans sonne, for indeede my Father
did
something smack, something grow too; he had a kinde of
taste; wel, my conscience saies
Lancelet
bouge not, bouge
saies the
siend
fiend
, bouge not saies my conscience, conscience
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say I you
counsaile well, fiend say I you counsaile well,
to be rul'd by
my conscience I should stay with the
Iew
my Maister, (who God blesse the marke) is a kinde of
di
uell; and to run away from the
Iew I should be ruled by
the fiend, who sauing your
reuerence is the diuell him
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selfe: certainely the
Iew is the verie diuell incarnation,
and
in my conscience, my conscience is a kinde of hard
conscience,
to offer to counsaile me to stay with the
Iew;
the fiend giues the more friendly counsaile: I will
runne
fiend, my heeles are at your commandement, I will
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runne.