BOUT. You see she's resolute; y'had best compound. W. SMALL. I'll first be damn'd, ere I will lose my right, Unless he give me up my forfeit mortgage, And bail me of this action. FRAN. Sir, you may choose: What is the mortgage worth? W. SMALL. Let's have no whispering. THROAT. Some forty pounds a year. FRAN. Do it, do it. Come, you shall do it, we will be rid of him At any rate. THROAT. Dash, go fetch his mortgage. [_Exit_ DASH. So that your friends be bound, you shall not claim Title, right, possession, in part or whole, In time to come, in this my loved wife: I will restore the mortgage, pay this debt, And set you free. W. SMALL. They shall not. BOUT. We will. Come, draw the bonds, and we will soon subscribe them. _Enter_ DASH. THROAT. They're ready-drawn; here's his release: Serjeants, let him go. DASH. Here's the mortgage, sir. W. SMALL. Was ever man thus cheated of a wife! Is this my mortgage? THROAT. The very same, sir. W. SMALL. Well, I will subscribe. God give you joy, Although I have but little cause to wish it, My heart will scarce consent unto my hand. 'Tis done. THROAT. You give this as your deed? OMNES. We do. THROAT. Certify them, Dash. W. SMALL. What! am I free? THROAT. You are: serjeants, I discharge you. There's your fees. BEARD. Not so; I must have money. THROAT. I'll pass my word. BEARD. _Foutre!_ words are wind: I say, I must have money. THROAT. How much, sir? BEARD. Three pounds in hand, and all the rest to-morrow. THROAT. There's your sum. Now, officers, be gone, Each take his way; I must to Saint John's Street, And see my lady-mother: she's now in town, And we to her shall straight present our duties. T. SMALL. O Jove! shall we lose the wench thus? W. SMALL. Even thus. Throat, farewell: since 'tis thy luck to have her, I still shall pray you long may live together. Now each to his affairs.