Wil. Then have you heard of Beech of Lambert Hill, And of his boy which late were murthered?
Cow. I heard, and sawe their mangled carcases.
Will. But have you heard of them that murthered them?
Cow. No, would I had, for then Ide blaze their shame, And make them pay due penance for their sinne.
Wil. This I misdoubted, therefore will forbeare To utter what I thought to have reveald.
Cow. Knowst thou the actors of this murthrous deed,
And wilt conceale it now the deed is done?
Alas, poore man, thou knowest not what thou doost!
Thou hast incur'd the danger of the lawe
And thou mongst them must suffer punishment,
Unlesse thou do confesse it presentlie.
Wil. What? shall I then betray my maisters life?
Cow. Better then hazard both thy life and soule To boulster out such barbarous villanie. Why, then belike your maister did the deed?
Wil. My maister unawares escapt my mouth;
But what the Lord doth please shall come to light,
Cannot be hid by humaine pollicie:
His haplesse hand hath wrought the fatall end
Of Robert Beech and Thomas Winchester.
Cow. Could he alone do both those men to death? Hadst thou no share in execution?