_Mer_. Why, murtherd one that would have murtherd me.

_Rach_. We are undone, brother, we are undone.
What shall I say, for we are quite undone?

_Mer_. Quiet thy selfe, sister; all shalbe well.
But see in any case you do not tell,
This deede to _Williams_ nor to any one.

_Rach_. No, no, I will not; was't not maister _Beech_?

_Mer_. It was, it is, and I will kill his man, [_Exit Rach_.
Or in attempting doe the best I can.

_Enter Williams and Rachell_.

_Wil_. What was the matter that you cride so lowde?

_Rach_. I must not tell you, but we are undone.

_Wil_. You must not tell me, but we are undone!
Ile know the cause wherefore we are undone. [_Exit up_.

_Rach_. Oh would the thing were but to doe againe!
The thought thereof doth rent my hart in twaine. [_She goes up_.

_Williams to Merry above_.

_Wil_. Oh maister, maister, what have you done?