Robin. Country, sir! ’Tis a thing they know not: here they feast, Dice, drink, and drab; the company they keep, Cheaters and roaring-lads, and these attended By bawds and queans; your son hath got a strumpet On whom he spends all that your sparing left; And here they keep court, to whose damned abuses Reignald gives all encouragement. Old Lionel. But stay, stay: No living soul hath for these six months’ space Here entered, but the house stood desolate. Robin. Last week I am sure, so late, and the other day, Such revels were here kept. Old Lionel. And by my son? Robin. Yes, and his servant Reignald. Old Lionel. And this house At all not haunted? Robin. Save, sir, with such sprites. Owner. This murder will come out. _Enter_ Ricott. Old Lionel. But see, in happy time here comes my neighbour Of whom he bought this mansion; he, I am sure, More amply can resolve me.--I pray, sir, What sums of moneys have you late received Of my young son? Ricott. Of him? None, I assure you. Old Lionel. What of my servant Reignald? Ricott. But devise What to call less than nothing, and that sum I will confess received. Old Lionel. Pray, sir, be serious; I do confess myself indebted to you A hundred pound. Ricott. You may do well to pay’t then, for here’s witness Sufficient of your words. Old Lionel. I speak no more Than what I purpose; just so much I owe you, And ere I sleep will tender. Ricott. I shall be As ready to receive it, and as willing As you can be to pay it. Old Lionel. But provided You will confess seven hundred pounds received Beforehand of my son. Ricott. But, by your favour, Why should I yield seven hundred pounds received Of them I never dealt with? Why? For what? What reason? What condition? Where or when Should such a sum be paid me? Old Lionel. Why? for this bargain. And for what? this house. Reason? because you sold it. The conditions? Such as were agreed between you. Where and when? That only hath escaped me. Ricott. Madness all. Old Lionel. Was I not brought to take free view thereof, As of mine own possession? Ricott. I confess Your servant told me you had found out a wife Fit for your son, and that you meant to build; Desired to take a friendly view of mine, To make it your example: but for selling, I tell you, sir, my wants be not so great To change my house to coin. Old Lionel. Spare, sir, your anger, And turn it into pity. Neighbours and friends, I am quite lost; was never man so fooled, And by a wicked servant! Shame and blushing Will not permit to tell the manner how, Lest I be made ridiculous to all: My fears are, to inherit what’s yet left, He hath made my son away. Robin. That’s my fear too.