Salt. No, sir, this is not she. [Go to another, &c. How many maides do dwell within this house?
2 house. Her's nere a woman here, except my wife. [Go to Merryes.
3 neigh. Whose house is this?
Lo. An honest civill mans, cald Maister Merry, Who I dare be sworne, would never do so great a murther; But you may aske heere to for fashion sake.
[Rachell sits in the shop.
3. How now, faire maide, dwels any here but you? Thou hast too true a face for such a deed.
Rach. No, gentle sir; my brother keepes no more.
3 neigh. This is not she?
Salt. No truly, gentleman.
[Ex. R.