1.  Behold this head, these legges, these hose and shooes, And see if they were Beeches, yea or no.

Lo.  They are the same; alas, what is become, Of the remainder of this wretched man!

1 Wat.  Nay that I know not; onelie these we found,
As we were comming up a narrow lane,
Neere Baynardes Castle, where we two did dwell;
And heering that a man was missing hence,
We thought it good to bring these to this place,

3.  Thankes, my good friendes; ther’s some thing for your paines.

2 Wat.  We are indifferent, whether you give us anything or nothing; and if you had not, why so; but since you have, why so.

1 Wat.  Leave your repining:  Sir, we thanke you hartely.

3.  Farewell good fellowes.—­Neighbour, now be bold:  [Exeunt Watermen. 
They dwell not farre that did this bloodie deed,
As God no doubt will at the last reveale,
Though they conceale it nere so cunninglie. 
All houses, gutters, sincks and crevices
Have carefully been sought for, for the blood;
Yet theres no instaunce found in any place.

    Enter a Porter and a Gentleman.

But who is that that brings a heavy loade,
Behinde him on a painefull porters backe?

Gen.  Praie, Gentlemen, which call you Beeches shoppe?

2 Neig.  This is the place; what wold you with the man?

Gen.  Nothing with him; I heare the man is dead, And if he be not, I have lost my paines.

Lo.  Hees dead indeede, but yet we cannot finde What is become of halfe his hopelesse bodie.  His head and legges are found, but for the rest, No man can tell what is become of it.

Gen.  Then I doe thinke I can resolve your doubt
And bring you certain tydings of the rest,
And if you know his doublet and his shirt. 
As for the bodie it is so abus’d
That no man can take notice whoes it was. 
Set downe this burden of anothers shame. 
What, do you know the doublet and the shirt?

[Ex.  Porter.

Lo.  This is the doublet, these the seuered limmes, Which late were ioyned to that mangled trunke:  Lay them together, see if they can make Among them all a sound and solid man.

3 neigh.  They all agree, but yet they cannot make That sound and whole which a remorsles hand Hath severed with a knife of crueltie.  But say, good sir, where did you finde this out?

Gent.  Walking betime by Paris Garden ditch,
Having my Water Spaniell by my side,
When we approach’d unto that haplesse place
Where this same trunke lay drowned in a ditch,
My Spaniell gan to sent, to bark, to plunge
Into the water, and came foorth againe,
And fawnd one me, as if a man should say,
Helpe out a man that heere lyes murthered. 
At first I tooke delight to see the dog,