LADY C. If you suppose It had been for my good to marry you, You are deceiv'd; for that, in my esteem (Though once I was so foolish to give way To that ridiculous motion), had brought with it As great a misery as that which now Is fall'n upon me. SIR ARG. How! as great a misery As to be beggar'd? LADY C. Yes, sir, I'll assure you, I am of that opinion, and still shall be. But know, Sir Argent, though I now want pow'r To give you that which you still gap'd for, wealth, I can be charitable, and bestow Somewhat upon you that is better far. SIR ARG. Better than wealth! what's that? LADY C. Honest counsel. Let my calamity admonish you To make a better use of your large wealth, While you may call it yours. Things may be chang'd; For know, that hand that has afflicted me, Can find out you. You do not stand above it. SIR ARG. I hope I shall know how to keep mine own. EUPH. I do begin to pity the poor lady. FREE. This has wrought goodness in her. Who are these? _Enter_ EARTHWORM _and_ THEODORE. My neighbour Earthworm? Lord! how he is chang'd! EARTH. 'Twas basely done, and like a covetous wretch, I'll tell him to his face: what care I for him? I have a purse as well as he. EUPH. How's this? EARTH. Betray a kinsman's life to purchase wealth! O, detestable! EUPH. O miraculous change! Do you not hear him, uncle? EARTH. Master Freeman, happily met. FREE. Sir, I am glad to see you. EARTH. I have been long your neighbour, sir, but liv'd In such a fashion, as I must endeavour To make amends hereafter for, and strive To recompence with better neighbourhood. FREE. It joys me much to see this change in you. EARTH. Pardon my boldness, madam, that I make This intrusion. LADY C. Y'are welcome, Master Earthworm. EUPH. Let me be bold, then, noble Theodore, To claim our old acquaintance. THEO. I shall think it My honour, worthy sir, to hold that name. EARTH. Is that Sir Argent Scrape in the chair yonder? FREE. Yes, sir. EARTH. O, fie upon him! But soft, He will be told on't now. [EUGENY _brought in_. SIR ARG. Ha! Eugeny! Why have they brought him hither? EUG. I am come. Methinks these looks of mine, inhumane wretch! Though I were silent, should have power to pierce That treacherous breast, and wound thy conscience, Though it be hard and senseless as the idol Which thou ador'st, thy gold. SIR ARG. Is this to me, kinsman, you speak? EUG. Kinsman! Do not wrong That honest name with thy unhallowed lips. To find a name for thee and thy foul guilt, Has so far pos'd me, as I cannot make Choice of a language fit to tell thee of it. Treacherous, bloody man! that has betray'd And sold my life to thy base avarice!