The things we do!

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.


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