Thinking in vaine some game did there lye hid
Amongst the Nettles growing neere the banke;
But when no game, nor anything appear’d,
That might produce the Spaniell to this sport,
I gan to rate and beate the harmlesse Cur,
Thinking to make him leave to follow me;
But words, nor blowes, could moove the dog away,
But still he plung’d, he div’d, he barkt, he ran
Still to my side, as if it were for helpe. 
I seeing this, did make the ditch be dragd,
Where then was found this body as you see,
With great amazement to the lookers on.

3.  Beholde the mightie miracles of God, That sencelesse things should propagate their sinne That are more bestiall farre then beastlinesse Of any creature most insensible!

2. Neigh.  Cease we to wonder at Gods wondrous works,
And let us labour for to bring to light
Those masked fiends that thus dishonor him. 
This sack is new, and, loe! beholde his marke
Remaines upon it, which did sell the bag. 
Amongst the Salters we shall finde it out
When, and to whom, this bloody bag was sold.

3.  Tis very likely, let no paines be spar’d,
To bring it out, if it be possible;
Twere pitty such a murther should remaine
Unpunished mongst Turkes and Infidels.

1. neigh.  Sirs, I do know the man that solde this bag, And if you please, Ile fetch him presently?

Gent.  With all our hearts.  How say you gentlemen?  Perchance the murther thus may come to light.

3.  I pray you do it, we will tarry heere:  [Exit 1. neigh. 
And let the eyes of every passenger
Be satisfied, which may example be
How they commit such dreadfull wickednesse.

Ent. wom.  And please your maisterships, the boy is dead.

3. neigh.  Tis very strange that having many wounds
So terrible, so ghastlie; which is more,
Having the hammer sticking in his head;
That he should live and stirre from Friday night,
To Sunday morning, and even then depart,
When that his Maisters mangled course were found. 
Bring him foorth too; perchance the murtherers
May have their hearts touched with due remorse,
Viewing their deeds of damned wickednesse.
          [Bring forth the boye and laye him by Beech.

1 neigh.  Here is the Salters man that solde the bag.

Gent.  My friend, how long since did you sell that bag?  And unto whom, if you remember it?

Sal.  I sould the bag, good sir, but yesterday, Unto a maide; I do not know her name.

3 neigh.  Nor where she dwels.

Sal.  No certeinly.

2 neigh.  But what apparell had she on her back?

Sal.  I do not well remember what she wore, But if I saw her I should know her sure.

3 neigh.  Go round about to every neighbours house,
And will them shew their maides immediately: 
God grant we may finde out the murtherers.
      [Go to one house, and knock at doore, asking. 
Bring forth such maides as are within your house!