_Then being in the upper Rome Merry strickes
him in the head fifteene times_.

Now you are safe, I would the boy were so;
But wherefore wish I, for he shall not live?
For if he doe, I shall not live myselfe.

[_Merry wiped [sic] his face from blood_.

Lets see what mony he hath in his purse.
Masse heres ten groates, heres something for my pains.
But I must be rewarded better yet.

_Enter Rachell and Harry Williams_.

_Wil_. Who was it, _Rachell_, that went up the staires?

_Rach_. It was my brother, and a little man
Of black complexion, but I know him not.

_Wil_. Why do you not then carry up a light,
But suffer them to tarry in the darke?

_Rach_. I had forgot, but I will beare one up. [_Exit up_.

_Wil_. Do so, I prethee; he will chide anon. [_Exit_.

[_Rachell speaketh to her Brother_.

_Rach_. Oh brother, brother, what have you done?