_Enter Loney_.

Or can he utter who hath done him wrong.

_Lo_. He is not dead but hath a dying life,
For neither speech, nor any sense at all,
Abideth in the poore unhappie youth.

4. Here [_sic_] you of anie where his Maister is?

_Lo_. No, would we could; we all, that knew his life,
Suspect him not for any such offence.

4. Bring forth the boy, that we may see his wounds.

[_Bringes him forth in a chaire with a hammer sticking
in his head_.

What say the Surgeons to the youngmans woundes?

_Lo_. They give him over, saying everie wound,
Of sixe, whereof theres seav'n in his head,
Are mortall woundes and all incurable.

[_They survey his woundes_.

_Enter Merrie and Williams_.

_Mer_. How now, good _Harry_, hast thou hid my fault?
The boy that knew I train'd his Maister forth,