Usurer. I have been still put off, from time to time, And day to day; these are but cheating tricks, And this is the last minute I’ll forbear Thee, or thy master: once again, I say, Give me my use, give me my principal. Reignald. Pox o’ this use, that hath undone so many, And now will confound me! [_Aside_. Old Lionel. Hast thou heard this? Servant. Yes, sir, and to my grief. Old Lionel. Come hither, Reignald. Reignald. Here, sir. [_Aside_.] Nay, now I am gone. Old Lionel. What use is this, What principal he talks of, in which language He names my son, and thus upbraideth thee? What is’t you owe this man? Reignald. A trifle, sir: Pray stop his mouth, and pay’t him. Old Lionel. I pay!--what? Reignald. If I say pay’t him, pay’t him. Old Lionel. What’s the sum? Reignald. A toy, the main about five hundred pounds; And the use fifty. Old Lionel. Call you that a toy? To what use was it borrowed? At my departure I left my son sufficient in his charge, With surplus, to defray a large expense, Without this need of borrowing. Reignald. ’Tis confessed; Yet stop his clamorous mouth, and only say That you will pay’t to-morrow. Old Lionel. I pass my word! Reignald. Sir, if I bid you, do’t; nay, no more words, But say you’ll pay’t to-morrow. Old Lionel. Jest indeed! But tell me how these moneys were bestowed? Reignald. Safe, sir, I warrant you. Old Lionel. The sum still safe? Why do you not then tender it yourselves? Reignald. Your ear, sir. With this sum, joined to the rest, Your son hath purchased land and houses. Old Lionel. Land, dost thou say? Reignald. A goodly house, and gardens. Old Lionel. Now joy on him, That whilst his father merchandised abroad, Had care to add to his estate at home! But, Reignald, wherefore houses? Reignald. Now, Lord, sir, How dull you are! This house possessed with spirits, And there no longer stay, would you have had Him, us, and all your other family, To live and lie i’ the streets? It had not, sir, Been for your reputation. Old Lionel. Blessing on him, That he is grown so thrifty! Usurer. ’Tis struck three; My money’s not yet tendered. Reignald. Pox upon him! See him discharged, I pray, sir. Old Lionel. Call upon me To-morrow, friend, as early as thou wilt; I’ll see thy debt defrayed. Usurer. It is enough, I have a true man’s word. [_Exeunt_ Usurer _and_ Man. Old Lionel. Now tell me, Reignald, For thou hast made me proud of my son’s thrift, Where, in what country, doth this fair house stand? Reignald. [_Aside_.] Never in all my time so much to seek; I know not what to answer. Old Lionel. Wherefore studiest thou? Use men to purchase lands at a dear rate, And know not where they lie? Reignald. ’Tis not for that; I only had forgot his name that sold them. ’Twas, let me see--see--