Made nothing! do you deal with witches, rascal ?
There is a statute for you, which will bring
Your neck in an hempen circle; yes, there is;
And now 'tis better thought for, cheater, know
This juggling shall not save you.

Though the witnesses are dead, your testimony
Help with an oath or two: and for thy master,
Thy liberal master, my good honest servant,
I know thou wilt swear anything, to dash
This cunning sleight: besides, I know thou art
A public notary, and such stand in law

For a dozen witnesses: the deed being drawn too
By thee, my careful Marrall, and delivered

When thou wert present, will make good my title.
Wilt thou not swear this?

Keep him

[Aside to MARRALL.

like yours;

From using of his hands, I'll use my tongue,

To his no little torment.

Yes, and uncase you too.

"The idiot, the patch, the slave, the booby,

The property fit only to be beaten

For your morning exercise," your "football" or
"The unprofitable lump of flesh," your "drudge,"
Can now anatomize you, and lay open

All your black plots, and level with the earth
Your hill of pride, and, with these gabions guarded,

Unload my great artillery, and shake,

Nay, pulverize, the walls you think defend you. Lady Allworth

How he foams at the mouth with rage!

Wellborn--

To him again.

Overreach

O that I had thee in my gripe, I would tear thee
Joint after joint!

Marrall

I know you are a tearer,

But I'll have first your fangs pared off, and then
Come nearer to you; when I have discovered,
And made it good before the judge, what ways,
And devilish practices, you used to cozen with
An army of whole families, who yet alive,
And but enrolled for soldiers, were able
To take in Dunkirk.

But that I will live, rogue, to torture thee,

And make thee wish, and kneel in vain, to die,

These swords that keep thee from me should fix here,
Although they made my body but one wound,

There will be a time and place, there will be, cowards,

When you shall feel what I dare do.

Wellborn

I think so:

You dare do any ill, yet want true valor

To be honest, and repent.

Overreach

They are words I know not,

Nor e'er will learn. Patience, the beggar's virtue,

Enter GREEDY and PARSON WILLDO.

Shall find no harbor here:-after these storms
At length a calm appears. Welcome, most welcome!
There's comfort in thy looks; is the deed done?

Is my daughter married? say but so, my chaplain,
And I am tame.

Then vanish all sad thoughts! there's more gold for thee. My doubts and fears are in the titles drowned

Of my honorable, my right honorable daughter. Greedy

Here will be feasting! at least for a month,

I am provided: empty guts, croak no more.

You shall be stuffed like bagpipes, not with wind,

But bearing dishes.

Overreach

Instantly be here?

[Whispering to WILLDO.

To my wish! to my wish! Now you that plot against me, And hoped to trip my heels up, that contemned me,

Think on't and tremble:-[Loud music]-they come! I

Sir, first your pardon, then your blessing, with Your full allowance of the choice I have made. As ever you could make use of your reason, Grow not in passion; since you may as well Call back the day that's past, as untie the knot Which is too strongly fastened: not to dwell Too long on words, this is my husband. Overreach

How!

Allworth

So I assure you; all the rites of marriage,
With every circumstance, are past. Alas! sir,

[Kneeling.

Although I am no lord, but a lord's page,

Your daughter and my loved wife mourns not for it;
And, for right honorable son-in-law, you may say,
Your dutiful daughter.

Overreach

Devil! are they married?

Willdo

Do a father's part, and say, Heaven give them joy!
Overreach-

Confusion and ruin! speak, and speak quickly,
Or thou art dead.

Willdo

They are married.

Overreach

Thou hadst better

Have made a contract with the king of fiends,
Than these: - my brain turns!

Willdo

Why this rage to me?

Is not this your letter, sir, and these the words?
"Marry her to this gentleman."

Overreach

It cannot

Nor will I e'er believe it, 'sdeath! I will not;

That I, that in all passages I touched

At worldly profit have not left a print

Where I have trod for the most curious search

To trace my footsteps, should be gulled by children,
Baffled and fooled, and all my hopes and labors

Defeated and made void.

Wellborn

As it appears,

You are so, my grave uncle.

Overreach

Village nurses

Revenge their wrongs with curses; I'll not waste

A syllable, but thus I take the life

Which, wretched, I gave to thee.

Lovell [coming forward]

Hold, for your own sake!

[Attempts to kill MARGARET.

Though charity to your daughter hath quite left you,
Will you do an act, though in your hopes lost here,
Can leave no hope for peace or rest hereafter?
Consider; at the best you are but a man,

And cannot so create your aims, but that
They may be crossed.

Overreach

Lovell

Lord! thus I spit at thee,

And at thy counsel; and again desire thee,

And as thou art a soldier, if thy valor

Dares show itself where multitude and example

Lead not the way, let's quit the house, and change
Six words in private.

Borrow his help, though Hercules call it odds,
I'll stand against both as I am, hemmed in-
Thus !

Since, like a Libyan lion in the toil,

My fury cannot reach the coward hunters,
And only spends itself, I'll quit the place:
Alone I can do nothing; but I have servants
And friends to second me; and if I make not
This house a heap of ashes (by my wrongs,

What I have spoke I will make good!) or leave
One throat uncut, if it be possible,

Hell, add to my afflictions!

Marrall

Is't not brave sport?

Greedy

[Exit.

Brave sport! I am sure it has ta'en away my stomach;

I do not like the sauce.

Allworth

Nay, weep not, dearest,

Though it express your pity; what's decreed

Above, we cannot alter.

Lady Allworth

His threats move me

No scruple, madam.

Marrall

Was it not a rare trick,