Mur. Because you wisht that God should be revenged, If any ill betide the innocent.
Fall. Oh that was nothing but to blind the eyes Of my fond sonne, which loves him too too well.
Mer. It is enough, it shall be surely done.
[Exeunt om.
[SCENE VI.]
Enter Merry and Rachel with a bag.
Mer. What, hast thou sped? have you bought the bag?
Rach. I, brother, here it is; what is't to do?
Mer. To beare hence Beeches body in the night.
Rach. You cannot beare so great a waight your selfe, And tis no trusting of another man.