_Con_. You know that best, but every one doe know You and your brother murthered Maister _Beech_, And his poore boy that dwelt at _Lambert hill_. _Rach_. I murthered? my brother knowes that I, Did not consent to either of their deathes. _Con_. That must be tride; where doth your brother lye? _Rach_. Here in his bed; me thinks he's not a sleepe. _Con_. Now, Maister _Merry_, are you in a sweate? [_Throwes his night cap away_. _Merry sigh_. No verily, I am not in a sweate. _Con_. Some sodaine feare affrights you; whats the cause? _Mer_. Nothing but that you wak'd me unawares. _Con_. In the Queenes name I doe commaund you rise, And presently to goe along with us. [_Riseth up_. _Mer_. With all my hart; what, doe you know the cause? _Con_. We partly doe; when saw you maister _Beech_? _Mer_. I doe not well remember who you meane. _Con_. Not _Beech_, the Chaundler upon _Lambert hill_? _Mer_. I know the man, but saw him not this fortnight. _Con_. I would you had not, for your sisters sake, For yours, for his, and for his harmlesse boy. Be not obdurate in your wickednesse; Confession drawes repentance after it. _Mer_. Well, maister Constable, I doe confesse, I was the man that did them both to death: As for my sister and my harmlesse man, I doe protest they both are innocent. _Con_. Your man is fast in hold, and hath confest The manner how, and where, the deede was done; Therefore twere vaine to colour anything. Bring them away. _Rach_. Ah brother, woe is me! _Mer_. I comfortlesse will helpe to comfort thee. [_Exeunt_. _Enter Trueth_.