Old Lionel. Fly whither? Why dost not thou fly too? Reignald. What need I fear? The ghost and I am friends. Old Lionel. But Reignald---- Reignald. [_Turning round_.] Tush! I nothing have deserved, nor aught transgressed: I came not near the gate. Old Lionel. To whom was that thou spakest? Reignald. Was’t you, sir, named me? Now as I live, I thought the dead man called, To inquire for him that thundered at the gate Which he so dearly paid for. Are you mad, To stand a foreseen danger? Old Lionel. What shall I do? Reignald. Cover your head and fly, lest, looking back, You spy your own confusion. Old Lionel. Why dost thou not fly too? Reignald. I tell you, sir, The ghost and I am friends. Old Lionel. Why didst thou quake then? Reignald. In fear lest some mischance may fall on you, That have the dead offended; for my part, The ghost and I am friends. Why fly you not, Since here you are not safe? Old Lionel. Some blest powers guard me! Reignald. Nay, sir, I’ll not forsake you.--[_Exit_ Old Lionel.]--I have got the start; But ere the goal, ’twill ask both brain and art. [_Exit_. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.--_The Dining Hall in_ Old Geraldine’s _House_. _Enter_ Old Geraldine, Young Geraldine, Wincott _and his_ Wife, Delavil, _and_ Prudentilla. Wincott. We are bound to you, kind Master Geraldine, For this great entertainment; troth, your cost Hath much exceeded common neighbourhood; You have feasted us like princes. Old Geraldine. This, and more Many degrees, can never countervail[3.25] The oft and frequent welcomes given my son: You have took him from me quite, and have, I think, Adopted him into your family, He stays with me so seldom. Wincott. And in this, By trusting him to me, of whom yourself May have both use and pleasure, you’re as kind As moneyed men, that might make benefit Of what they are possessed, yet to their friends In need will lend it gratis. Wife. And, like such As are indebted more than they can pay, We more and more confess ourselves engaged To you for your forbearance. Prudentilla. Yet you see, Like debtors, such as would not break their day,[3.26] The treasure late received we tender back, The which, the longer you can spare, you still The more shall bind us to you. Old Geraldine. Most kind ladies, Worthy you are to borrow, that return The principal with such large use[3.27] of thanks. Delavil. [_Aside_.] What strange felicity these rich men take To talk of borrowing, lending, and of use! The usurer’s language right. Wincott. You’ve, Master Geraldine, Fair walks and gardens; I have praisèd them Both to my wife and sister. Old Geraldine. You would see them? There is no pleasure that the house can yield That can be debarred from you.--Prithee, son, Be thou the usher to those mounts and prospects May one day call thee master.