The things we do!

_Mer_. Thou wilt be secret. I will go and see, [_Exit Willi_.
What stir they keepe about _Beeches_ shop,
Because I would avoyde suspition. [_Go to them_.
God save you, Gentlemen! is this the boy
That is reported to be murthered?
4. He is not dead outright, but pleas'd it God,
Twere better he had left this wicked world,
Then to live thus in this extremitie.
_Mer_. A cruell hand no doubt that did the deede.
Whie pull you not the hammer from his head?
4. That must not be before the youth be dead,
Because the crowner and his quest may see,
The manner how he did receive his death.
Beare hence the bodie, and endevor all,
To finde them out that did the villanie.
[_Exeunt omnes: manet Merrie_.
_Mer_. Do what you can, cast all your wits about,
Rake kennells, gutters, seeke in everie place,
Yet I will overgoe your cunning heads,
If _Williams_ and my sister hold their tongues.
My neighbours holdes not me in least suspect,
Weighing of my former conversation.
Were _Beeches_ boy well conveid awaie,
Ide hope to overblow this stormie day.


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