LADY C. I find it; And should be loth but to requite your truth In the same kind: you seem'd at first to question, How strong my title was in that estate Which was young Scudmore's once: 'tis a fair manor. EUPH. 'Tis true, old rottenness--too good for you. [_Aside._ LADY C. My counsel can inform you that I kept it, And did enjoy possession while he liv'd; And now he's dead, who should recover it? The heirs are poor and beggarly. SIR ARG. Nay, I think We need not fear their suing against us. LADY C. If they should stir, a little piece of money Would stop their mouths. EUPH. A little piece of dirt Will stop your mouth ere long, and then the suit Will go against thee, mischief! [_Aside._ BAR. Prythee, peace; Thou art not merry now, but choleric. [_Aside._ EUPH. I think of my wrong'd friend. [_Aside._ LADY C. But you were saying You made no doubt but shortly to enjoy Your kinsman Eugeny's estate: that were A fair addition to your land; they say It goes at fifteen hundred pounds a year. SIR ARG. 'Tis true, and 'tis well worth it. LADY C. But what hopes have you to gain it shortly? SIR ARG. He, you know, By Scudmore's death has forfeited his life Unto the law; and the estate's entail'd On me as the next heir. LADY C. But he is fled. SIR ARG. No, no; I know he lurks not far from hence, And I shall shortly learn the very place By some intelligence. I have provided My secret scouts; and then you know th' assizes Are now at hand: the time will be too short To get a pardon, specially as I Have laid some friends to stall it underhand. EUPH. Here's a new mischief, Barnet! [_Aside._ BAR. And a strange one. [_Aside._ LADY C. And then you must not spare a little money To hasten execution at an hour Unusual. Those things may well be done: Else what were money good for? SIR ARG. You say right. If 'twere once come to that, I fear it not. LADY C. Well, sir, I see all's right and straight between us. You understand how welcome you are hither; I need not tell it o'er again. SIR ARG. No, lady; I will be bold to say, I do not come Now as a stranger, but to take possession Both of your house and you. EUPH. He cannot speak Out of that thriving language in his love. [_Aside._ LADY C. Will you go in again? our guests, perhaps, Think the time long. SIR ARG. With all my heart: A cup of sack would not do much amiss. LADY C. We'll have it with a toast. Who's near there, ho! _Enter_ SERVANTS, _and carry them out_.