rplex'd and troubled.

_Lov._ I hope my project took.

_Lady A._ I strongly hope.

_Sir G._ [_Without._] Ha! find her, booby; thou huge lump of
nothing,
I'll bore thine eyes out else.

_Wellb._ May it please your lordship,
For some ends of mine own, but to withdraw
A little out of sight, though not of hearing.--
You may, perhaps, have sport.

_Lov._ You shall direct me. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Overreach, _drawing in_ Marall.

_Sir G._ I shall sol fa you, rogue!

_Mar._ Sir, for what cause
Do you use me thus?

_Sir G._ Cause, slave! why, I am angry;
And thou a subject only fit for beating;
And so to cool my choler. Look to the writing;
Let but the seal be broke upon the box,
That has slept in my cabinet these three years,
I'll rack thy soul for't.

_Mar._ I may yet cry 'quittance;
Though now I suffer, and dare not resist. [_Aside._

_Sir G._ Lady, by your leave, did you see my daughter, lady?
And the lord her husband? Are they in your house?
If they are, discover, that I may bid them joy:
And, as an entrance to her place of honour,
See your ladyship on her left hand.

_Lady A._ When I know, Sir Giles,
Her state requires such ceremony, I shall pay it;
But, in the meantime,
I give you to understand, I neither know
Nor care where her honour is.

_Sir G._ When you once see her
Supported, and led by the lord her husband,
You'll be taught better.--Nephew!

_Wellb._ Well.

_Sir G._ No more!

_Wellb._ 'Tis all I owe you.

_Sir G._ Have your redeem'd rags
Made you thus insolent?

_Wellb._ Insolent to you? [_In scorn._
Why, what are you, sir, unless in years, more than myself?

_Sir G._ His fortune swells him:
'Tis rank--he's married.

_Lady A._ This is excellent!

_Sir G._ Sir, in calm language (though I seldom use it),
I am familiar with the cause that makes you
Bear up thus bravely; there's a certain buzz
Of a stolen marriage; Do you hear? of a stolen marriage;
In which, 'tis said, there's somebody hath been cozen'd.
I name no parties. [Lady Allworth _turns away_.

_Wellb._ Well, sir; and what follows?

_Sir G._ Marry, this: since you are peremptory, remember,
Upon mere hope of your great match, I lent you
A thousand pounds; put me in good security,
And suddenly, by mortgage or by statute,
Of some of your new possessions, or I'll have you
Dragg'd in your lavender robe, to the jail; you know me,
And therefore do not trifle.

_Wellb._ Can you be
So cruel to your nep