Old Lionel. Nay, it carries Both form and power. Reignald. Then I shall warrant him. I have been yonder, sir. Old Lionel. And what says he? Reignald. Like one that offers you Free ingress, view, and regress, at your pleasure, As to his worthy landlord. Old Lionel. Was that all? Reignald. He spake to me, that I would speak to you, To speak unto your son; and then again, To speak to him, that he would speak to you, You would release his bargain. Old Lionel. By no means: Men must advise before they part with land, Not after to repent it: ’tis most just That such as hazard and disburse their stocks, Should take all gains and profits that accrue, As well in sale of houses as in barter, And traffic of all other merchandise. _Re-enter_ Ricott; _he walks before the gate_. Reignald. See, in acknowledgment of a tenant’s duty, He attends you at the gate; salute him, sir. Old Lionel. My worthy friend! Ricott. Now, as I live, all my best thoughts and wishes Impart with yours, in your so safe return; Your servant tells me you have great desire To take surview of this my house within. Old Lionel. Be’t, sir, no trouble to you. Ricott. None; enter boldly, With as much freedom as it were your own. Old Lionel. As it were mine! Why, Reignald, is it not? Reignald. Lord, sir, that in extremity of grief You’ll add unto vexation! See you not How sad he’s on the sudden? Old Lionel. I observe it. Reignald. To part with that which he hath kept so long, Especially his inheritance: now, as you love Goodness and honesty, torment him not With the least word of purchase. Old Lionel. Counselled well; Thou teachest me humanity. Ricott. Will you enter? Or shall I call a servant, to conduct you Through every room and chamber? Old Lionel. By no means; I fear we are too much troublesome of ourselves. Reignald. See what a goodly gate! Old Lionel. It likes me well. Reignald. What brave carved posts! who knows but here, In time, sir, you may keep your shrievalty;[3.40] And I be one o’ the serjeants! Old Lionel. They are well carved. Ricott. And cost me a good price, sir: take your pleasure; I have business in the town. [_Exit_. Reignald. Poor man, I pity him; H’ath not the heart to stay and see you come, As ’twere, to take possession. Look that way, sir, What goodly fair bay windows. Old Lionel. Wondrous stately. Reignald. And what a gallery, how costly ceiled; What painting round about. Old Lionel. Every fresh object To good adds betterness. Reignald. Terraced above, And how below supported. Do they please you? Old Lionel. All things beyond opinion. Trust me, Reignald, I’ll not forego the bargain, for more gain Than half the price it cost me.