SIR ARG. Who? I betray you? EUG. Yes; can you deny it? LADY C. I'll witness it against him, if he do. 'Twas his intent, I know. EUPH. And so do I: I overheard his counsels. EARTH. Out upon him, Unworthy man! EUPH. I could e'en laugh to hear Old Earthworm chide. EUG. But think upon the deed, Think on your own decrepit age, and know That day, by nature's possibility, Cannot be far from hence, when you must leave Those wealthy hoards that you so basely lov'd, And carry nothing with thee, but the guilt Of impious getting: then, if you would give To pious uses what you cannot keep, Think what a wretched charity it is; And know, this act shall leave a greater stain On your detested memory, than all Those seeming deeds of charity can have A pow'r to wash away: when men shall say In the next age: this goodly hospital, This house of alms, this school, though seeming fair, Was the foul issue of a cursed murder, And took foundation in a kinsman's blood. The privilege that rich men have in evil, Is, that they go unpunish'd to the devil. SIR ARG. O! I could wish the deed undone again. Ah me! what means are left to help it now? FREE. Sure, the old man begins to melt indeed. EUG. Now let me turn to you, my truer friends, And take my last farewell. _Enter_ FRUITFUL _and_ TRUSTY. EUPH. My noble chaplain! What pranks comes he to play now? I had thought His business had been done. FRUIT. Health to you, madam! LADY C. How can you wish me health, that have so labour'd To ruin me in all things? FRUIT. No, good madam; 'Twas not your ruin, but your good I sought: Nor was it to deprive you of your means, But only rectify your conscience. FREE. How's this? EUPH. Another fetch! this may be worth the hearing. FRUIT. Madam, you convey'd away To three good honest men your whole estate. LADY C. They have not prov'd so honest: I had thought I might have trusted them. FRUIT. Then give me hearing. They, by the virtue of that deed possess'd, Have back again convey'd it all to you. LADY C. Ha! FRUIT. Madam, 'twas done before good witnesses, Of which your steward here was one. TRUSTY. Most true. FRUIT. And all the other are well-known to you. Here is the deed. FREE. Let me peruse it, madam. LADY C. Good Master Freeman, do. [FREEMAN _reads it to himself_. EUPH. What plot is this? FRUIT. One manor only they except from hence. Which they suppose you did unjustly hold From the true heir: his name was Scudmore, madam. LADY C. I do confess I did unjustly hold it; And since have griev'd me much, that while I might, I made not restitution.