Phillis, come in, and help to triumph Over this bold intruder. Wonder not, wench, But go unto him, and ransack all his pockets, And take from thence a contract which he forc'd From my unwilling fingers. SPEND. Is this according to your oath? PHIL. Come, sir, I must search you. SPEND. I prythee, do. And when thou tak'st that from me, take my life too. WID. Hast thou it, girl? PHIL. I have a paper here. WID. It is the same: give it me. Look you, sir, Thus your new-fancied hopes I tear asunder. Poor wretched man! thou'st had a golden dream, Which gilded over thy calamity; But, being awake, thou find'st it ill-laid on, For with one finger I have wip'd it off. Go, fetch me hither the casket that contains My choicest jewels, and spread them here before him. Look you, sir; Here's gold, pearls, rubies, sapphires, diamonds; These would be goodly things for you to pawn, Or revel with amongst your courtesans, Whilst I and mine did starve. Why dost not curse, And utter all the mischiefs of thy heart, Which I know swells within thee? pour it out, And let me hear thy fury. SPEND. Never, never! Whene'er my tongue shall speak but well of thee, It proves no faithful servant to my heart. WID. False traitor to thy master and to me, Thou liest, there's no such thing within thee. SPEND. May I be burn'd to ugliness, to that Which you and all men hate, but I speak truth. WID. May I be turn'd a monster, and the shame Of all my sex, and if I not believe thee. Take me unto thee: these and all that's mine. Were it thrice trebled, thou wert worthy all. And do not blame this trial, 'cause it shows I give myself unto thee, am not forc'd, And with it love, that ne'er shall be divorc'd. SPEND. I am glad 'tis come to this; yet, by this light, Thou putt'st me into a horrible fear. But this is my excuse: know that my thoughts Were not so desperate as my action seem'd; For, 'fore my dagger should ha' drawn one drop Of thy chaste blood, it should have sluic'd out mine, And the cold point stuck deep into my heart. Nor better be my fate, if I shall move To any other pleasure but thy love. WID. It shall be in my creed: but let's away. For night with her black steeds draws up the day. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ WILL RASH, STAINES, GERALDINE, GERTRUDE, JOYCE, _and a boy with a lanthorn_. W. RASH. Softly, boy, softly; you think you are upon firm ground; but it is dangerous. You'll never make a good thief, you rogue, till you learn to creep upon all four. If I do not sweat with going this pace! everything I see, methinks, should be my father in his white beard. STAINES. It is the property of that passion; for fear Still shapes all things we see to that we fear.