Or can he utter who hath done him wrong.
Lo. He is not dead but hath a dying life, For neither speech, nor any sense at all, Abideth in the poore unhappie youth.
4. Here [sic] you of anie where his Maister is?
Lo. No, would we could; we all, that knew his life, Suspect him not for any such offence.
4. Bring forth the boy, that we may see his wounds.
[Bringes him forth in a chaire with a hammer sticking in his head.
What say the Surgeons to the youngmans woundes?
Lo. They give him over, saying everie wound, Of sixe, whereof theres seav'n in his head, Are mortall woundes and all incurable.
[They survey his woundes.
Enter Merrie and Williams.