Reignald. I knew your guilty consciences. Young Lionel. No brain left? Blanda. No crotchet for my sake? Reignald. One kiss then, sweet; Thus shall my crotchets and your kisses meet. Young Lionel. Nay, tell us what to trust to. Reignald. Lodge yourselves In the next tavern; there’s the cash that’s left Go, health it freely for my good success; Nay, drown it all, let not a tester[3.47] scape To be consumed in rot-gut:[3.48] I have begun, And I will stand the period. Young Lionel. Bravely spoke. Reignald. Or perish in the conflict. Rioter. Worthy Reignald-- Reignald. Will, if he now come off well, fox you all;[3.49] Go, call for wine; for singly of myself I will oppose all danger; but I charge you, When I shall faint or find myself distressed, If I, like brave Orlando,[3.50] wind my horn, Make haste unto my rescue. Young Lionel. And die in’t. Reignald. Well hast thou spoke, my noble Charlemain With these thy peers about thee. Young Lionel. May good speed Attend thee still! Reignald. The end still crowns the deed. [_Exeunt_. SCENE VI.--_Outside_ Old Lionel’s _House_. _Enter_ Old Lionel, _and the former_ Owner _of the House_. Owner. Sir, sir, your threats nor warrants can fright me; My honesty and innocency’s known Always to have been unblemished; would you could As well approve your own integrity As I shall doubtless acquit myself Of this surmisèd murder. Old Lionel. Rather surrender The price I paid, and take into thy hands This haunted mansion, or I’ll prosecute My wrong, even to the utmost of the law, Which is no less than death. Owner. I’ll answer all, Old Lionel, both to thy shame and scorn; This [_Snapping his fingers_] for thy menaces! _Enter_ Clown. Clown. This is the house, but where’s the noise that was wont to be in’t? I am sent hither to deliver a note to two young gentlemen that here keep revel-rout; I remember it, since the last massacre of meat that was made in’t; but it seems that the great storm that was raised then is chased now. I have other notes to deliver, one to Master Ricott--and--I shall think on them all in order. My old master makes a great feast for the parting of young Master Geraldine, who is presently upon his departure for travel, and, the better to grace it, hath invited many of his neighbours and friends, where will be old Master Geraldine, his son, and I cannot tell how many. But this is strange; the gates shut up at this time o’ day! belike they are all drunk and laid to sleep; if they be, I’ll wake them, with a murrain! [_Knocks_. Old Lionel. What desperate fellow’s this, that, ignorant Of his own danger, thunders at these gates? Clown. Ho, Reignald! riotous Reignald, revelling Reignald! Old Lionel. What madness doth possess thee, honest friend, To touch that hammer’s handle?