Rich. Where? where? speak quickly.
Ser. Searching in the Suburbs, we found a Tinker and his Whore that [had it in a Tap-house], whom we apprehended, and they confest they stole it from her.
Rich. And murthered her?
Sil. What aile you man?
Rich. Why all this doth not make me mad.
Sil.. It does, you would not offer this else, good Pedro look to his sword.
Ser. They do deny the killing of her, but swore they left her tyed to a Tree, in the fields, next those Suburbs that are without our Ladies gate, near day, and by the Rode, so that some passinger must needs unty her quickly.
And. The will of Heaven be done! Sir, I will only entreat you this, that as you were the greatest occasion of her loss, that you will be pleased to urge your friends, and be your self earnest in the search of her; if she be found, she is yours, if she please, I my self only, see these people better examin'd, and after follow some way in search, God keep you Gentlemen. [Exit.
Sil. Alas good man!