Volume Ix Part 119 (2/2)

These to be rid from misery, this from sin, And thou thyself shalt have a push amongst them, That made heaven's word a pack-horse to thy tongue, Quot'st Scripture to make evil s.h.i.+ne like good!

And as I send you thus with worms to dwell, Angels applaud it as a deed done well.

_Enter_ BUTLER.

DOC. Stay him, stay him.

BUT. What will you do, sir?

SCAR. Make fat worms of stinking carcases.

What hast thou to do with it?

_Enter_ ILFORD _and his Wife, the two Brothers, and_ SIR WILLIAM SCARBOROW.

BUT. Look, who are here, sir?

SCAR. Injurious villain! that prevent'st me still.

BUT. They are your brothers and alliance, sir.

SCAR. They are like full ordnance then who, once discharg'd, Afar off give a warning to my soul, That I have done them wrong.

SIR WIL. Kinsman.

BRO. AND SIS. Brother.

KATH. Husband.

CHIL. Father.

SCAR. Hark, how their words like bullets shoot me thorough, And tell me I have undone them: this side might say, We are in want, and you are the cause of it; This points at me, y'are shame unto your house: This tongue says nothing, but her looks do tell She's married, but as those that live in h.e.l.l: Whereby all eyes are but misfortune's pipe, Fill'd full of woe by me: this feels the stripe.

BUT. Yet look, sir, Here's your brothers hand in hand, whom I have knit so.

SIS. And look, sir, here's my husband's hand in mine, And I rejoice in him, and he in me.

SIR WIL. I say, cos, what is pa.s.s'd is the way to bliss, For they know best to mend, that know amiss.

KATH. We kneel: forget, and say if you but love us, You gave us grief for future happiness.

SCAR. What's all this to my conscience?

BUT. Ease, promise of succeeding joy to you; Read but this letter.

SIR WIL. Which tells you that your lord and guardian's dead.

BUT. Which tells you that he knew he did you wrong, Was griev'd for't, and for satisfaction Hath given you double of the wealth you had.

BRO. Increas'd our portions.

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