Lies speechlesse, and even at the point of death.
If you prove true, I hope to scape the brunt.

_Will_. Whie, feare not me, I have conceal'd it yet,
And will conceale it, have no doubt of me.

_Mer_. Thanks, gentle _Harry_, thou shalt never lacke;
But thou and I will live as faithfull friendes,
And what I have, shalbe thine owne to use.
There is some monie for to spend to-day,
I know you meane to goe and see the faire.

_Will_. I faine would go, but that I want a cloake.

_Mer_. Thou shalt not want a cloake, or ought beside,
So thou wilt promise to be secret. [_Gives him his cloake_.
Here, take my Cloake, ile weare my best my selfe.
But where did you lie this last night?

_Wil_. At the _three Cranes_, in a Carmans hay loft,
But ile have better lodging soone at night.

_Mer_. Thou wilt be secret. I will go and see, [_Exit Willi_.
What stir they keepe about _Beeches_ shop,
Because I would avoyde suspition. [_Go to them_.
God save you, Gentlemen! is this the boy
That is reported to be murthered?

4. He is not dead outright, but pleas'd it God,
Twere better he had left this wicked world,