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.