_Ash._ I be zorry for that too--I be, indeed, zur, but if corn wou'dn't grow I cou'dn't help it; it wer'n't poison'd by the hand that zow'd it. Thic hand, zur, be as free from guilt as your own. _Sir Philip._ Oh! [_Sighing deeply._ _Ash._ It were never held out to clinch a hard bargain, nor will it turn a good lad out into the wide wicked world, because he be poorish a bit. I be zorry you be offended, zur, quite--but come what wool, I'll never hit thic hand against here, but when I be zure that zumeit at inside will jump against it with pleasure. [_Bowing._] I do hope you'll repent of all your zins--I do, indeed, zur; and if you shou'd, I'll come and zee you again as friendly as ever--I wool, indeed, zur. _Sir Philip._ Your repentance will come too late. [_Exit._ _Ash._ Thank ye, zur--Good morning to you--I do hope I have made myzel agreeable--and so I'll go whoam. [_Exit._ ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. _A room in_ ASHFIELD'S _House._ _Dame_ ASHFIELD _discovered at work with her needle,_ HENRY _sitting by her._ _Dame._ Come, come, Henry, you'll fret yourself ill, child. If Sir Philip will not be kind to you, you are but where you were. _Henry._ [_Rising._] My peace of mind is gone for ever. Sir Philip may have cause for hate;--spite of his unkindness to me, my heart seeks to find excuses for him--oh! that heart doats on his lovely daughter. _Dame._ [_Looking out._] Here comes Tummas home at last. Heyday what's the matter with the man! He doesn't seem to know the way into his own house. _Enter_ ASHFIELD, _musing, he stumbles against a chair._ Tummas, my dear Tummas, what's the matter? _Ash._ [_Not attending._] It be lucky vor he I be's zoo pratty behaved, or dom if I-- [_Doubling his fist._ _Dame._ Who--what? _Ash._ Nothing at all; where's Henry? _Henry._ Here, farmer. _Ash._ Thee woultn't leave us, Henry, wou't? _Henry._ Leave you! What, leave you now, when by my exertion I can pay off part of the debt of gratitude I owe you? oh, no! _Ash._ Nay, it were not vor that I axed, I promise thee; come, gi'us thy hand on't then. [_Shaking hands._] Now, I'll tell ye. Zur Philip did send vor I about the money I do owe 'un; and said as how he'd make all straight between us---- _Dame._ That was kind. _Ash._ Ees, deadly kind. Make all straight on condition I did turn Henry out o'my doors. _Dame._ What! _Henry._ Where will his hatred cease? _Dame._ And what did you say, Tummas? _Ash._ Why I zivelly tould un, if it were agreeable to he to behave like a brute, it were agreeable to I to behave like a man. _Dame._ That was right. I wou'd have told him a great deal more. _Ash._ Ah! likely. Then a' zaid I shou'd ha' a bit a laa vor my pains. _Henry._ And do you imagine I will see you suffer on my account? No--I will remove this hated form---- [_Going._]