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.
The night growes late, and we will have this course
Be watch'd all night; to morrow we shall see
Whence sprang this strange uncivill crueltie.
Nei. Neighbour good night.
Lon. Neighbors all good night.
Ma. Praie God I never see so sad a sight.
[Exeunt omnes.
Enter Merry knocking at the doore, and Rachell comes downe.
Mer. Oh sister, sister, now I am pursu'd!
The mightie clamour that the boy did make,
Hath raisde the neighbours round about the street:
So that I know not where to hide my selfe.