The things we do!

Masse heres ten groates, heres something for my pains.
But I must be rewarded better yet.
_Enter Rachell and Harry Williams_.
_Wil_. Who was it, _Rachell_, that went up the staires?
_Rach_. It was my brother, and a little man
Of black complexion, but I know him not.
_Wil_. Why do you not then carry up a light,
But suffer them to tarry in the darke?
_Rach_. I had forgot, but I will beare one up. [_Exit up_.
_Wil_. Do so, I prethee; he will chide anon. [_Exit_.
[_Rachell speaketh to her Brother_.
_Rach_. Oh brother, brother, what have you done?
_Mer_. Why, murtherd one that would have murtherd me.
_Rach_. We are undone, brother, we are undone.
What shall I say, for we are quite undone?
_Mer_. Quiet thy selfe, sister; all shalbe well.
But see in any case you do not tell,
This deede to _Williams_ nor to any one.
_Rach_. No, no, I will not; was't not maister _Beech_?
_Mer_. It was, it is, and I will kill his man, [_Exit Rach_.
Or in attempting doe the best I can.
_Enter Williams and Rachell_.


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