ACT THE FOURTH.

Blame and reprove a course so dissolute;

Each one in general pity the good man,

As one unfriendly dealt with, yet in my conscience

I think them truly honest.

Old Geraldine.

’Tis suspicious.

Delavil.

True, sir, at best; but what when scandalous tongues

Will make the worst, and what’s good in itself,

Sully and stain by fabulous misreport?

For let men live as chary as they can,

Their lives are often questioned; then no wonder

If such as give occasion of suspicion

Be subject to this scandal. What I speak

Is as a noble friend unto your son;

And therefore, as I glory in his fame,

I suffer in his wrong; for, as I live,

I think they both are honest.

Old Geraldine.

Howsoever,

I wish them so.

Delavil.

Some course might be devised

To stop this clamour ere it grow too rank,

Lest that which yet but inconvenience seems

May turn to greater mischief: this I speak

In zeal to both,—in sovereign care of him

As of a friend, and tender of her honour

As one to whom I hope to be allied

By marriage with her sister.

Old Geraldine.

I much thank you,

For you have clearly given me light of that

Till now I never dreamt on.

Delavil.

’Tis my love,

And therefore I entreat you make not me

To be the first reporter.

Old Geraldine.

You have done

The office of a noble gentleman,

And shall not be so injured.

Re-enterWincottand hisWife, YoungGeraldine,andPrudentilla;theladieswearing flowers.

Wincott.

See, Master Geraldine,

How bold we are; especially these ladies

Play little better than the thieves with you,

For they have robbed your garden.

Wife.

You might, sir,

Better have termed it sauciness than theft;

You see we blush not what we took in private

To wear in public view.

Prudentilla.

Besides, these cannot

Be missed out of so many; in full fields

The gleanings are allowed.

Old Geraldine.

These and the rest

Are, ladies, at your service.

Wincott.

Now to horse:

But one thing, ere we part, I must entreat,

In which my wife will be joint suitor with me,

My sister too.

Old Geraldine.

In what, I pray?

Wincott.

That he

Which brought us hither may but bring us home;

Your much-respected son.

Old Geraldine.

How men are born

To woo their own disasters! [Aside.

Wife.

But to see us

From whence he brought us, sir, that’s all.

Old Geraldine.

This second motion[30]makes it palpable.

To note a woman’s cunning! Make her husband

Bawd to her own lascivious appetite,

And to solicit his own shame! [Aside.

Prudentilla.

Nay, sir;

When all of us join in so small a suit,

It were some injury to be denied.

Old Geraldine.

And work her sister too! What will not woman

To accomplish her own ends? But this disease

I’ll seek to physic ere it grow too far.— [Aside.

I am most sorry to be urged, sweet friends,

In what at this time I can no ways grant;

Most, that these ladies should be aught denied,

To whom I owe all service; but occasions

Of weighty and important consequence,

Such as concern the best of my estate,

Call him aside. Excuse us both this once;

Presume this business is no sooner over,

But he’s at his own freedom.

Wincott.

’Twere no manners

In us to urge it further.—We will leave you,

With promise, sir, that he shall in my will

Not be the last remembered.

Old Geraldine.

We are bound to you.—

See them to horse, and instantly return;

We have employments for you.

Young Geraldine.

Sir, I shall.

Delavil.

Remember your last promise.

[ExeuntDelavil, Wincottand hisWife,Prudentilla,andYoungGeraldine.

Old Geraldine.

Not to do’t

I should forget myself.—If I find him false

To such a friend, be sure he forfeits me;

In which to be more punctually resolved,

I have a project how to sift his soul,

How ’tis inclined,—whether to yonder place,

[Re-enterYoungGeraldine.]

The clear bright palace, or black dungeon. See,

They are onward on the way, and he returned.

Young Geraldine.

I now attend your pleasure.

Old Geraldine.

You are grown perfect man, and now you float,

Like to a well-built vessel, ’tween two currents,

Virtue and vice: take this, you steer to harbour;

Take that, to imminent shipwreck.

Young Geraldine.

Pray, your meaning?

Old Geraldine.

What fathers’ cares are, you shall never know,

Till you yourself have children. Now my study

Is how to make you such, that you in them

May have a feeling of my love to you.

Young Geraldine.

Pray, sir, expound yourself; for I protest,

Of all the languages I yet have learned,

This is to me most foreign.

Old Geraldine.

Then I shall;

I have lived to see you in your prime of youth

And height of fortune, so you will but take

Occasion by the forehead; to be brief,

And cut off all superfluous circumstance,

All the ambition that I aim at now

Is but to see you married.

Young Geraldine.

Married, sir!

Old Geraldine.

And, to that purpose, I have found out one

Whose youth and beauty may not only please

A curious eye, but her immediate means

Able to strengthen a state competent,

Or raise a ruined fortune.

Young Geraldine.

Of all which

I have, believe me, neither need nor use;

My competence best pleasing as it is,

And this my singularity[31]of life

Most to my mind contenting.

Old Geraldine.

I suspect,

But yet must prove him further.— [Aside.

Say to my care I add a father’s charge,

And couple with my counsel my command—

To that how can you answer?

Young Geraldine.

That I hope

My duty and obedience, still unblamed,

Did never merit such austerity,

And from a father never yet displeased.

Old Geraldine.

Nay, then, to come more near unto the point:

Either you must resolve for present marriage,

Or forfeit all your interest in my love.

Young Geraldine.

Unsay that language, I entreat you, sir,

And do not so oppress me; or, if needs

Your heavy imposition stand in force,

Resolve me by your counsel. With more safety

May I infringe a sacred vow to Heaven,

Or to oppose me to your strict command?—

Since one of these I must.

Old Geraldine.

Now, Delavil,

I find thy words too true. [Aside.

Young Geraldine.

For marry, sir,

I neither may nor can.

Old Geraldine.

Yet whore you may,

And that’s no breach of any vow to Heaven;

Pollute the nuptial bed with mechal[32]sin;

Asperse the honour of a noble friend;

Forfeit thy reputation here below,

And the interest that thy soul might claim above

In yon blest city! These you may, and can,

With untouched conscience. Oh that I should live

To see the hopes that I have stored so long

Thus in a moment ruined, and the staff

On which my old decrepit age should lean

Before my face thus broken; on which trusting,

I thus abortively, before my time,

Fall headlong to my grave. [Falls on the ground.

Young Geraldine.

It yet stands strong,

Both to support you unto future life

And fairer comfort.

Old Geraldine.

Never, never, son;

For till thou canst acquit thyself of scandal,

And me of my suspicion, here, even here,

Where I have measured out my length of earth,

I shall expire my last.

Young Geraldine.

Both these I can:

Then rise, sir, I entreat you; and that innocency,

Which poisoned by the breath of calumny

Cast you thus low, shall, these few stains wiped off,

With better thoughts erect you.

Old Geraldine.

Well, say on. [Rises.

Young Geraldine.

There’s but one fire from which this smoke may grow,

Namely, the unmatched yoke of youth and age,

In which, if ever I occasion was

Of the smallest breach, the greatest implacable mischief

Adultery can threaten fall on me!

Of you may I be disavowed a son,

And unto Heaven a servant! For that lady,

As she is beauty’s mirror, so I hold her

For chastity’s example: from her tongue

Never came language that arrived my ear

That even censorious Cato, lived he now,

Could misinterpret; never from her lips

Came unchaste kiss, or from her constant eye

Look savouring of the least immodesty:

Further—

Old Geraldine.

Enough! One only thing remains,

Which, on thy part performed, assures firm credit

To these thy protestations.

Young Geraldine.

Name it then.

Old Geraldine.

Take hence the occasion of this common fame,

Which hath already spread itself so far

To her dishonour and thy prejudice:

From this day forward to forbear the house;

This do upon my blessing.

Young Geraldine.

As I hope it,

I will not fail your charge.

Old Geraldine.

I am satisfied.

[Exeunt.

Enter at one sideUsurerand hisMan;at the other, OldLioneland hisServant;behind,Reignald.

Reignald.

[Aside.] To which hand shall I turn me? Here’s my master

Hath been to inquire of him that sold the house,

Touching the murder; here’s an usuring rascal,

Of whom we have borrowed money to supply

Our prodigal expenses, broke our day,

And owe him still the principal and use.

Were I to meet them single, I have brain

To oppose both, and to come off unscarred;

But if they do assault me, and at once,

Not Hercules himself could stand that odds:

Therefore I must encounter them by turns,

And to my master first.—Oh, sir, well met.

Old Lionel.

What, Reignald! I but now met with the man

Of whom I bought yon house.

Reignald.

What, did you, sir?

But did you speak of aught concerning that

Which I last told you?

Old Lionel.

Yes, I told him all.

Reignald.

Then am I cast! [Aside.]—But I pray tell me, sir,

Did he confess the murder?

Old Lionel.

No such thing;

Most stiffly he denies it.

Reignald.

Impudent wretch!

Then serve him with a warrant; let the officer

Bring him before a justice, you shall hear

What I can say against him! ’Sfoot! deny’t!

But I pray, sir, excuse me; yonder’s one

With whom I have some business; stay you here,

And but determine what’s best course to take,

And note how I will follow’t.

Old Lionel.

Be brief, then.

Reignald.

Now, if I can as well put off my use-man,

This day I shall be master of the field. [Aside.

Usurer.

That should be Lionel’s man.

Man.

The same, I know him.

Usurer.

After so many frivolous delays,

There’s now some hope. He that was wont to shun us,

And to absent himself, accosts us freely,

And with a pleasant countenance.—Well met, Reignald,

What, is this money ready?

Reignald.

Never could you

Have come in better time.

Usurer.

Where is your master,

Young Lionel? it something troubles me

That he should break his day.

Reignald.

A word in private.

Usurer.

Tush, private me no privates;[33]in a word,

Speak, are my moneys ready?

Reignald.

Not so loud.

Usurer.

I will be louder yet. Give me my moneys;

Come, tender me my moneys.

Reignald.

We know you have a throat wide as your conscience;

You need not use it now. Come, get you home.

Usurer.

Home!

Reignald.

Yes, home, I say; return by three o’clock,

And I will see all cancelled.

Usurer.

’Tis now past two, and I can stay till three;

I’ll make that now my business; otherways,

With these loud clamours I will haunt thee still:

Give me my use, give me my principal.

Reignald.

This burr will still cleave to me; what, no means

To shake him off! I ne’er was caught till now.—[Aside.

Come, come, you’re troublesome.

Usurer.

Prevent that trouble,

And, without trifling, pay me down my cash;

I will be fooled no longer.

Reignald.

So, so, so.

Usurer.

I have been still put off, from time to time,

And day to day; these are but cheating tricks,

And this is the last minute I’ll forbear

Thee, or thy master: once again, I say,

Give me my use, give me my principal.

Reignald.

Pox o’ this use, that hath undone so many,

And now will confound me! [Aside.

Old Lionel.

Hast thou heard this?

Servant.

Yes, sir, and to my grief.

Old Lionel.

Come hither, Reignald.

Reignald.

Here, sir. [Aside.] Nay, now I am gone.

Old Lionel.

What use is this,

What principal he talks of, in which language

He names my son, and thus upbraideth thee?

What is’t you owe this man?

Reignald.

A trifle, sir:

Pray stop his mouth, and pay’t him.

Old Lionel.

I pay!—what?

Reignald.

If I say pay’t him, pay’t him.

Old Lionel.

What’s the sum?

Reignald.

A toy, the main about five hundred pounds;

And the use fifty.

Old Lionel.

Call you that a toy?

To what use was it borrowed? At my departure

I left my son sufficient in his charge,

With surplus, to defray a large expense,

Without this need of borrowing.

Reignald.

’Tis confessed;

Yet stop his clamorous mouth, and only say

That you will pay’t to-morrow.

Old Lionel.

I pass my word!

Reignald.

Sir, if I bid you, do’t; nay, no more words,

But say you’ll pay’t to-morrow.

Old Lionel.

Jest indeed!

But tell me how these moneys were bestowed?

Reignald.

Safe, sir, I warrant you.

Old Lionel.

The sum still safe?

Why do you not then tender it yourselves?

Reignald.

Your ear, sir. With this sum, joined to the rest,

Your son hath purchased land and houses.

Old Lionel.

Land, dost thou say?

Reignald.

A goodly house, and gardens.

Old Lionel.

Now joy on him,

That whilst his father merchandised abroad,

Had care to add to his estate at home!

But, Reignald, wherefore houses?

Reignald.

Now, Lord, sir,

How dull you are! This house possessed with spirits,

And there no longer stay, would you have had

Him, us, and all your other family,

To live and lie i’ the streets? It had not, sir,

Been for your reputation.

Old Lionel.

Blessing on him,

That he is grown so thrifty!

Usurer.

’Tis struck three;

My money’s not yet tendered.

Reignald.

Pox upon him!

See him discharged, I pray, sir.

Old Lionel.

Call upon me

To-morrow, friend, as early as thou wilt;

I’ll see thy debt defrayed.

Usurer.

It is enough, I have a true man’s word.

[ExeuntUsurerandMan.

Old Lionel.

Now tell me, Reignald,

For thou hast made me proud of my son’s thrift,

Where, in what country, doth this fair house stand?

Reignald.

[Aside.] Never in all my time so much to seek;

I know not what to answer.

Old Lionel.

Wherefore studiest thou?

Use men to purchase lands at a dear rate,

And know not where they lie?

Reignald.

’Tis not for that;

I only had forgot his name that sold them.

’Twas, let me see—see—

Old Lionel.

Call thyself to mind.

Reignald.

Non-plussed or never now; where are thou, brain?—

O sir, where was my memory? ’Tis this house

That next adjoins to yours.

Old Lionel.

My neighbour Ricott’s?

Reignald.

The same, the same, sir; we had pennyworths in’t;

And I can tell you, have been offered well

Since, to forsake our bargain.

Old Lionel.

As I live,

I much commend your choice.

Reignald.

Nay, ’tis well seated,

Rough-cast without, but bravely lined within;

You have met with few such bargains.

Old Lionel.

Prithee knock,

And call the master or the servant on’t,

To let me take free view on’t.

Reignald.

[Aside.] Puzzle again on puzzle!—One word, sir:

The house is full of women; no man knows

How on the instant they may be employed;

The rooms may lie unhandsome, and maids stand

Much on their cleanliness and huswifery;

To take them unprovided were disgrace;

’Twere fit they had some warning. Now, do you

Fetch but a warrant from the justice, sir;—

You understand me?

Old Lionel.

Yes, I do.

Reignald.

To attach[34]

Him of suspected murder; I’ll see’t served,

Did he deny’t; and in the interim, I

Will give them notice you are now arrived,

And long to see your purchase.

Old Lionel.

Counselled well;

And meet some half-hour hence.

Reignald.

This plunge well passed,

All things fall even, to crown my brain at last.

[Exeunt.

EnterDelaviland aGentleman.

Gentleman.

Where shall we dine to-day?

Delavil.

At the ordinary.

I see, sir, you are but a stranger here.

This Barnet is a place of great resort,

And commonly, upon the market days,

Here all the country gentlemen appoint

A friendly meeting; some about affairs

Of consequence and profit—bargain, sale,

And to confer with chapmen; some for pleasure,

To match their horses, wager on their dogs,

Or try their hawks; some to no other end

But only meet good company, discourse,

Dine, drink, and spend their money.

Gentleman.

That’s the market

We have to make this day.

Delavil.

’Tis a commodity

That will be easily vented.—What, my worthy friend!

[EnterOldGeraldineandYoungGeraldine.]

You are happily encountered. Oh, you’re grown strange

To one that much respects you. Troth, the house

Hath all this time seemed naked without you;

The good old man doth never sit to meat,

But next his giving thanks he speaks of you;

There’s scarce a bit that he at table tastes,

That can digest without a Geraldine,

You are in his mouth so frequent. He and she

Both wondering what distaste from one, or either,

So suddenly should alienate a guest

To them so dearly welcome.

Old Geraldine.

Master Delavil,

Thus much let me for him apologise:

Divers designs have thronged upon us late

My weakness was not able to support

Without his help; he hath been much abroad,

At London, or elsewhere; besides, ’tis term,

And lawyers must be followed; seldom at home,

And scarcely then at leisure.

Delavil.

I am satisfied,

And I would they were so too; but I hope, sir,

In this restraint you have not used my name.

Old Geraldine.

Not as I live.

Delavil.

You’re noble.—Who had thought

To have met with such good company? You are, it seems,

But new alighted. Father and son, ere part,

I vow we’ll drink a cup of sack together;

Physicians say it doth prepare the appetite

And stomach against dinner.

Old Geraldine.

We old men

Are apt to take these courtesies.

Delavil.

What say you, friend?

Young Geraldine.

I’ll but inquire for one at the next inn,

And instantly return.

Delavil.

It is enough.

[Exeunt.

EnterBessandYoungGeraldine,meeting.

Young Geraldine.

Bess! How dost thou, girl?

Bess.

Faith, we may do how we list for you, you are grown

So great a stranger: we are more beholding

To Master Delavil; he’s a constant guest:

And howsoe’er to some, that shall be nameless,

His presence may be graceful, yet to others—

I could say somewhat.

Young Geraldine.

He’s a noble fellow,

And my choice friend.

Bess.

Come, come, he is what he is;

And that the end will prove.

Young Geraldine.

And how’s all at home?

Nay, we’ll not part without a glass of wine,

And meet so seldom.—Boy!

EnterDrawer.

Drawer.

Anon, anon, sir.

Young Geraldine.

A pint of claret, quickly. [ExitDrawer.] Nay, sit down:

The news, the news, I pray thee; I am sure,

I have been much inquired of thy old master,

And thy young mistress too.

Bess.

Ever your name

Is in my master’s mouth, and sometimes too

In hers, when she hath nothing else to think of.

Well, well, I could say somewhat.

Re-enterDrawer.

Drawer.

Here’s your wine, sir.

Young Geraldine.

Fill, boy. Here, Bess, this glass to both their healths. [ExitDrawer.

Why dost thou weep, my wench?

Bess.

Nay, nothing, sir.

Young Geraldine.

Come, I must know.

Bess.

In troth, I love you, sir,

And ever wished you well; you are a gentleman

Whom always I respected; know the passages

And private whisperings of the secret love

Betwixt you and my mistress—I dare swear,

On your part well intended, but—

Young Geraldine.

But what?

Bess.

You bear the name of landlord, but another

Enjoys the rent; you dote upon the shadow,

But another he bears away the substance.

Young Geraldine.

Be more plain.

Bess.

You hope to enjoy a virtuous widowhood;

But Delavil, whom you esteem your friend,

He keeps the wife in common.

Young Geraldine.

You’re to blame,

And, Bess, you make me angry: he’s my friend,

And she my second self; in all their meetings

I never saw so much as cast of eye

Once entertained betwixt them.

Bess.

That’s their cunning.

Young Geraldine.

For her, I have been with her at all hours,

Both late and early; in her bed-chamber,

And often singly ushered her abroad:

Now, would she have been any man’s alive,

She had been mine. You wrong a worthy friend

And a chaste mistress; you’re not a good girl.

Drink that, speak better of her; I could chide you,

But I’ll forbear. What you have rashly spoke,

Shall ever here be buried.

Bess.

I am sorry

My freeness should offend you, but yet know

I am her chamber-maid.

Young Geraldine.

Play now the market-maid,

And prithee ’bout thy business.

Bess.

Well, I shall.—

That man should be so foolèd! [Exit.

Young Geraldine.

She a prostitute!

Nay, and to him, my troth-plight, and my friend

As possible it is that Heaven and earth

Should be in love together, meet and kiss,

And so cut off all distance. What strange frenzy

Came in this wench’s brain, so to surmise?

Were she so base, his nobleness is such

He would not entertain it for my sake;

Or he so bent, his hot and lust-burnt appetite

Would be so quenched at the mere contemplation

Of her most pious and religious life.

The girl was much to blame; perhaps her mistress

Hath stirred her anger by some word or blow,

Which she would thus revenge—not apprehending

At what a high price honour’s to be rated;

Or else some one that envies her rare virtue

Might hire her thus to brand it; or, who knows

But the young wench may fix a thought on me,

And to divert me from her mistress’ love,

May raise this false aspersion? Howsoever,

My thoughts on these two columns fixèd are,

She’s good as fresh, and purely chaste as fair.

EnterClownwith a letter.

Clown.

Oh, sir, you are the needle, and if the whole county of Middlesex had been turned to a mere bottle[35]of hay, I had been enjoined to have found you out, or never more returned back to my old master: there’s a letter, sir.

Young Geraldine.

I know the hand that superscribed it well;

Stay but till I peruse it, and from me

Thou shalt return an answer. [Reads letter.

Clown.

I shall, sir. This is market-day, and here acquaintance commonly meet; and whom have I encountered? my gossip Pint-pot, and brim-full; nay, I mean to drink with you before I part. And how doth all your worshipful kindred? your sister Quart, your pater Pottle (who was ever a gentleman’s fellow), and your old grandsire Gallon; they cannot choose but be all in health, since so many healths have been drunk out of them: I could wish them all here, and in no worse state than I see you are in at this present. Howsoever, gossip, since I have met you hand to hand, I’ll make bold to drink to you—nay, either you must pledge me, or get one to do’t for you, Do you open your mouth towards me? well, I know what you would say: “Here, Roger, to your master and mistress, and all our good friends at home. Gramercy, gossip, if I should not pledge thee, I were worthy to be turned out to grass, and stand no more at livery.” And now, in requital of this courtesy, I’ll begin one health to you and all your society in the cellar—to Peter Pipe, Harry Hogshead, Bartholomew Butt, and little Master Randal Rundlet, to Timothy Taster, and all your other great and small friends.

Young Geraldine.

He writes me here

That at my discontinuance he’s much grieved;

Desiring me, as I have ever tendered

Or him or his, to give him satisfaction

Touching my discontent; and that in person,

By any private meeting.

Clown.

Ay, sir, ’tis very true; the letter speaks no more than he wished me to tell you by word of mouth.

Young Geraldine.

Thou art then of his counsel?

Clown.

His Privy,[36]an’t please you.

Young Geraldine.

Though ne’er so strict hath been my father’s charge,

A little I’ll dispense with’t, for his love.

Commend me to thy master, tell him from me,

On Monday night (then will my leisure serve)

I will by Heaven’s assistance visit him.

Clown.

On Monday, sir? that’s, as I remember, just the day before Tuesday.

Young Geraldine.

But ’twill be midnight first, at which late hour

Please him to let the garden door stand ope;

At that I’ll enter, but conditionally

That neither wife, friend, servant, no third soul

Save him, and thee to whom he trusts this message,

Know of my coming in, or passing out;

When, tell him, I will fully satisfy him

Concerning my forced absence.

Clown.

I am something oblivious; your message would be the trulier delivered if it were set down in black and white.

Young Geraldine.

I’ll call for pen and ink,

And instantly despatch it.

[Exeunt.

EnterReignald.

Reignald.

Now, impudence, but steel my face this once,

Although I ne’er blush after! Here’s the house.

Ho! who’s within? What, no man to defend

These innocent gates from knocking?

EnterMasterRicott.

Ricott.

Who’s without there?

Reignald.

One, sir, that ever wished your worship’s health;

And those few hours I can find time to pray in,

I still remember it.

Ricott.

Gramercy, Reignald,

I love all those that wish it: you are the men

Lead merry lives, feast, revel, and carouse;

You feel no tedious hours; Time plays with you—

This is your golden age.

Reignald.

It was; but now, sir,

That gold is turned to worse than alchemy;

It will not stand the test. Those days are past,

And now our nights come on.

Ricott.

Tell me, Reignald, is he returned from sea?

Reignald.

Yes, to our grief already, but we fear

Hereafter it may prove to all our costs.

Ricott.

Suspects thy master anything?

Reignald.

Not yet, sir.

Now my request is, that your worship being

So near a neighbour, therefore most disturbed,

Would not be first to peach us.

Ricott.

Take my word;

With other neighbours make what peace you can,

I’ll not be your accuser.

Reignald.

Worshipful sir;

I shall be still your beadsman. Now the business

That I was sent about: the old man my master

Claiming some interest in acquaintance past,

Desires (might it be no way troublesome)

To take free view of all your house within.

Ricott.

View of my house! Why, ’tis not set to sale,

Nor bill upon the door. Look well upon’t;

View of my house!

Reignald.

Nay, be not angry, sir;

He no way doth disable[37]your estate;

As far to buy, as you are loath to sell.

Some alterations in his own he’d make,

And hearing yours by workmen much commended,

He would make that his precedent.

Ricott.

What fancies

Should at this age possess him, knowing the cost,

That he should dream of building!

Reignald.

’Tis supposed,

He hath late found a wife out for his son;

Now, sir, to have him near him, and that nearness

Too without trouble, though beneath one roof,

Yet parted in two families, he would build,

And make what’s picked[38]a perfect quadrangle,

Proportioned just with yours, were you so pleased

To make it his example.

Ricott.

Willingly.

I will but order some few things within,

And then attend his coming. [Exit.

Reignald.

Most kind coxcomb!

Great Alexander and Agathocles,

Cæsar, and others, have been famed, they say,

And magnified for high facinorous deeds;

Why claim not I an equal place with them—

Or rather a precedent? These commanded

Their subjects, and their servants; I my master,

And every way his equals, where I please,

Lead by the nose along: they placed their burdens

On horses, mules, and camels; I, old men

Of strength and wit, load with my knavery,

Till both their backs and brains ache; yet, poor animals,

[EnterOldLionel.]

They ne’er complain of weight.—Oh, are you come, sir?

Old Lionel.

I made what haste I could.

Reignald.

And brought the warrant?

Old Lionel.

See here, I have’t.

Reignald.

’Tis well done; but speak, runs it

Both without bail and mainprize[39]?

Old Lionel.

Nay, it carries

Both form and power.

Reignald.

Then I shall warrant him.

I have been yonder, sir.

Old Lionel.

And what says he?

Reignald.

Like one that offers you

Free ingress, view, and regress, at your pleasure,

As to his worthy landlord.

Old Lionel.

Was that all?

Reignald.

He spake to me, that I would speak to you,

To speak unto your son; and then again,

To speak to him, that he would speak to you,

You would release his bargain.

Old Lionel.

By no means:

Men must advise before they part with land,

Not after to repent it: ’tis most just

That such as hazard and disburse their stocks,

Should take all gains and profits that accrue,


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