tween us,
Soon overtake your ladyship.
_Lady A._ Stay not long, sir.
_Lov._ You shall every day hear from me,
By my faithful page. [_To_ Margaret.
_Allw._'Tis a service I am proud of.
[_Exeunt_ Lovell, Lady Allworth, Allworth, _and_ Marall.
_Sir G._ Daughter, to your chamber.
[_Exit_ Margaret.
You may wonder, nephew,
After so long an enmity between us,
I shall desire your friendship.
_Wellb._ So I do, sir:
Tis strange to me.
_Sir G._ But I'll make it no wonder;
And, what is more, unfold my nature to you.
We worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen,
Past hope, sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand
To lift 'em up, but rather set our feet
Upon their heads, to press 'em to the bottom;
As I must yield, with you I practis'd it:
But now I see you in a way to rise,
I can and will, assist you. This rich lady
(And I am glad of't) is enamour'd of you.
_Wellb._ No such thing:
Compassion, rather, sir.
_Sir G._ Well, in a word,
Because your stay is short, I'll have you seen
No more in this base shape; nor shall she say,
She married you like a beggar, or in debt.
_Wellb._ He'll run into the noose, and save my labour! [_Aside._
_Sir G._ You have a trunk of rich clothes, not far hence,
In pawn; I will redeem 'em: and, that no clamour
May taint your credit for your debts,
You shall have a thousand pounds to cut 'em off,
And go a freeman to the wealthy lady.
_Wellb._ This done, sir, out of love, and no ends else--
_Sir G._ As it is, nephew.
_Wellb._ Binds me still your servant.
_Sir G._ No compliments; you are staid for: ere you've supp'd,
You shall hear from me. My coach, knaves! for my nephew:
Tomorrow I will visit you.
_Wellb._ Here's an uncle
In a man's extremes? how much they do belie you,
That say you are hard hearted!
_Sir G._ My deeds, nephew,
Shall speak my love; what men report, I weigh not.
[_Exeunt._
ACT IV.
SCENE I--_A Chamber_ in Lady Allworth's _House_.
Lovell _and_ Allworth _discovered_.
_Lov._ 'Tis well. I now discharge you
From farther service. Mind your own affairs;
I hope they will prove successful.
_Allw._ What is blest
With your good wish, my lord, cannot but prosper.
Let after-times report, and to your honour,
How much I stand engag'd; for I want language
To speak my debt: yet if a tear or two
Of joy, for your much goodness, can supply
My tongue's defects, I could----
_Lov._ Nay, do not melt:
This ceremonial of thanks to me's
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