_Mer_. In trueth they told me that you should not stay, Goe but to drinke, you may come quick againe,-- But not and if my hand and hammer hold. [_(To the) people_. _Beech_. I am unwilling, but I do not care, And if I go to see the Company. _Mer_. Come quickly then, they think we stay too long. _Beech_. Ile cut a peece of cheese to drink withall. _Mer_. I, take the farewell of your cutting knife, Here is a hand shall helpe to cut your throate, And give my selfe a fairing[8] from your chest.-- What are you ready, will you goe along? _Beech_. I, now I am; boy, looke you tend the shoppe; If any aske, come for me to the _Bull_. I wonder who they are that aske for me. _Mer_. I know not that, you shall see presentlie. Goe up those staires, your friends do stay above.-- Here is that friend shall shake you by the head, And make you stagger ere he speake to you. _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? _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? _Mer_. Why slaine a knave that would have murtherd me; Better to kill, then to be kild my selfe. _Wil_. With what? wherewith? how have you slaine the man? _Mer_. Why, with this hammer I knockt out his braines.