_Lo_. Hees dead indeede, but yet we cannot finde What is become of halfe his hopelesse bodie. His head and legges are found, but for the rest, No man can tell what is become of it. _Gen_. Then I doe thinke I can resolve your doubt And bring you certain tydings of the rest, And if you know his doublet and his shirt. As for the bodie it is so abus'd That no man can take notice whoes it was. Set downe this burden of anothers shame. What, do you know the doublet and the shirt? [_Ex. Porter_. _Lo_. This is the doublet, these the seuered limmes, Which late were ioyned to that mangled trunke: Lay them together, see if they can make Among them all a sound and solid man. 3 _neigh_. They all agree, but yet they cannot make That sound and whole which a remorsles hand Hath severed with a knife of crueltie. But say, good sir, where did you finde this out? _Gent_. Walking betime by _Paris Garden_ ditch, Having my Water Spaniell by my side, When we approach'd unto that haplesse place Where this same trunke lay drowned in a ditch, My Spaniell gan to sent, to bark, to plunge Into the water, and came foorth againe, And fawnd one me, as if a man should say, Helpe out a man that heere lyes murthered. At first I tooke delight to see the dog, Thinking in vaine some game did there lye hid Amongst the Nettles growing neere the banke; But when no game, nor anything appear'd, That might produce the Spaniell to this sport, I gan to rate and beate the harmlesse Cur, Thinking to make him leave to follow me; But words, nor blowes, could moove the dog away, But still he plung'd, he div'd, he barkt, he ran Still to my side, as if it were for helpe. I seeing this, did make the ditch be dragd, Where then was found this body as you see, With great amazement to the lookers on. 3. Beholde the mightie miracles of God, That sencelesse things should propagate their sinne That are more bestiall farre then beastlinesse Of any creature most insensible! 2. _Neigh_. Cease we to wonder at Gods wondrous works, And let us labour for to bring to light Those masked fiends that thus dishonor him. This sack is new, and, loe! beholde his marke Remaines upon it, which did sell the bag. Amongst the Salters we shall finde it out When, and to whom, this bloody bag was sold. 3. Tis very likely, let no paines be spar'd, To bring it out, if it be possible; Twere pitty such a murther should remaine Unpunished mongst Turkes and Infidels. 1. _neigh_. Sirs, I do know the man that solde this bag, And if you please, Ile fetch him presently? _Gent_. With all our hearts. How say you gentlemen? Perchance the murther thus may come to light. 3. I pray you do it, we will tarry heere: [_Exit 1. neigh_. And let the eyes of every passenger Be satisfied, which may example be How they commit such dreadfull wickednesse. _Ent. wom_. And please your maisterships, the boy is dead.