The things we do!

[_Rachell sits in the shop_.
3. How now, faire maide, dwels any here but you?
Thou hast too true a face for such a deed.
_Rach_. No, gentle sir; my brother keepes no more.
3 _neigh_. This is not she?
_Salt_. No truly, gentleman.
[_Ex. R_.
3. This will not serve; we cannot finde her out.
Bring in those bodyes, it growes towards night;
God bring these damn'd murtherers at length to light!
[_Exeunt omnes_.

[SCENE V.]

_Enter Merry and Rachell_.
_Mer_. Why go the neighbours round about the streete
To every house? what hast thou heard the cause?
_Rach_. They go about with that same Salters man,
Of whom I bought the bag but yesterday,
To see if he can know the maide againe
Which bought it: this I think the very cause.
_Mer_. How were my senses overcome with feare,
That I could not foresee this jeopardy!
For had I brought the bag away with me,
They had not had this meanes to finde it out.


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