HAD. A most fine vicar; there was no other means to be rid of him. But why are you so sad, Rebecca? REB. To think in what estate my father is, When he beholds that he is merely gull'd. HAD. Nay, be not grieved for that which should rather give you cause of content; for 'twill be a means to make him abandon his avarice, and save a soul almost incurable. But now to our own affairs: this marriage of ours must not yet be known, lest it breed suspicion. We will bring you, Rebecca, unto Atlas's house, whilst we two go unto the old Lord Wealthy's, having some acquaintance with his son-in-law Carracus, who I understand is there; where no question but we shall find your father proclaiming his loss: thither you shall come somewhat after us, as it were to seek him; where I doubt not but so to order the matter, that I will receive you as my wife from his own hands. REB. May it so happy prove! LIGHT. Amen, say I; for, should our last trick be known, great Croesus's shade would have a conjured time on't. HAD. 'Tis true, his castle of adamant would scarce hold him; but come, this will be good cause for laughter hereafter. Then we'll relate how this great bird was pull'd Of his rich feathers, and most finely gull'd. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ OLD LORD WEALTHY, _with_ CARRACUS, MARIA, _and_ ALBERT. O. LORD W. More welcome, Carracus, than friendly truce To a besieged city all distress'd: How early this glad morning are you come To make me happy? for pardon of your offence I've given a blessing, which may heaven confirm In treble manner on your virtuous lives! CAR. And may our lives and duty daily strive To be found worthy of that loving favour, Which from your reverend age we now receive Without desert or merit! _Enter_ YOUNG LORD WEALTHY, HOG, _and_ PETER. Y. LORD W. Room for a desirer of justice! what, my sister Maria! who thought to have met you here. MARIA. You may see, brother, unlooked-for guests prove often troublesome. Y. LORD W. Well, but is your husband there any quieter than he was? CAR. Sir, I must desire you to forget all injuries, if, in not being myself, I offered you any. ALB. I'll see that peace concluded. Y. LORD W. Which I agree to; For patience is a virtue, father Hog. O. LORD W. Was it you, son, that cried so loud for justice? Y. LORD W. Yes, marry was it, and this the party to whom it appertains. HOG. O, my most honoured lord, I am undone, robbed, this black night, of all the wealth and treasure which these many years I have hourly laboured for. O. LORD W. And who are those have done this outrage to you? HOG. O, knew I that, I then, my lord, were happy. O. LORD W. Come you for justice then, not knowing 'gainst whom the course of justice should extend itself? Nor yet suspect you none? HOG. None but the devil.