3. How now, faire maide, dwels any here but you?
Thou hast too true a face for such a deed.

_Rach_. No, gentle sir; my brother keepes no more.

3 _neigh_. This is not she?

_Salt_. No truly, gentleman.

[_Ex. R_.

3. This will not serve; we cannot finde her out.
Bring in those bodyes, it growes towards night;
God bring these damn'd murtherers at length to light!

[_Exeunt omnes_.



[SCENE V.]


_Enter Merry and Rachell_.

_Mer_. Why go the neighbours round about the streete
To every house? what hast thou heard the cause?

_Rach_. They go about with that same Salters man,
Of whom I bought the bag but yesterday,