Nei.  What cruell hand hath done so foule a deede,
Thus to bemangle a distressed youth
Without all pittie or a due remorse! 
See how the hammer sticketh in his head,
Wherewith this honest youth is done to death! 
Speak, honest Thomas, if any speach remaine: 
What cruell hand hath done this villanie? 
He cannot speake, his senses are bereft. 
Hoe, neighbour Loney! pray come downe with speede,
Your tennant Beeches man is murthered.

Loney sleeping.  What, would you have some mustard?

Nei.  Your tennant Beeches man, is murthered.

Lo.  Whose smothered, I thinke you lack your wit What, neighbor? what make[13] you here so late? [Out at a window.

Nei.  I was affrighted by a sodaine crie, And comming downe saw maister Beeches man, Thus with a hammer sticking in his head. [Comes to win.

Loney.  Ah wo is me for Thomas Winchester, The truest soule that ever maister had!  Wheres maister Beech?

Neigh.  Nay, no body can tell:  Did you see any running from the dore, When you lookt out and heard the youngman crie?

Maid.  Yes I saw two trulie to my thinking, but they ranne away as fast as their hands could beare them.—­By my troth twas so darke I could see no bodie.—­[To people.  Praie God Maister Beech hath not hurt his boy in his patience and if he have he must be hangd in his choller.

Lo.  I dare be sworne he would not strike him thus, Praie God his Maister be not slaine himselfe.  The night growes late, and we will have this course Be watch’d all night; to morrow we shall see Whence sprang this strange uncivill crueltie.

Nei.  Neighbour good night.

Lon.  Neighbors all good night.

Ma.  Praie God I never see so sad a sight.

[Exeunt omnes.

Enter Merry knocking at the doore, and Rachell comes downe.

Mer.  Oh sister, sister, now I am pursu’d!  The mightie clamour that the boy did make, Hath raisde the neighbours round about the street:  So that I know not where to hide my selfe.

Ra.  What, brother! have you kild Beeches boy?

Mer.  No, no, not I, but yet another hath.  Come, come to bed, for feare we be descri’d:  The fearfullest night that ever Merry knew!

[Exeunt.

[SCENE II.]

Enter Falleria and two Ruffaines.

Fall.  Seeme it not strange, resolved gentlemen,[14]
That I thus privatelie have severed you,
To open secret furrowes of my hart. 
Think not I do intend to undermine,
Your passed lives, although you know I am
A man to whom the true unpartiall sworde,
Of equall justice is delivered. 
Therefore sweare both, as you respect your soules,
At the last dreadfull sessions held in heaven,
First to conceale, and next to execute,
What I reveale, and shall enioyne you to.