Old Lionel. Friends, as you would commiserate a man Deprived at once both of his wealth and son, And in his age, by one I ever tendered More like a son than servant, by imagining My case were yours, have feeling of my griefs And help to apprehend him: furnish me With cords and fetters; I will lay him safe In prison within prison. Ricott. We’ll assist you. Robin. And I. Clown. And all.--But not to do the least hurt to my old friend Reignald. [_Aside_. Old Lionel. His legs will be as nimble as his brain, And ’twill be difficult to seize the slave, Yet your endeavours, pray. Peace! here he comes. _Enter_ Reignald _with a horn in his pocket; the rest withdraw_,[3.52] _excepting_ Old Lionel. Reignald. My heart misgives, for ’tis not possible But that in all these windings and indents[3.53] I shall be found at last: I’ll take that course That men both troubled and affrighted do,-- Heap doubt on doubt, and, as combustions rise, Try if from many I can make my peace, And work mine own atonement. Old Lionel. [_Aside_.] Stand you close, Be not yet seen, but at your best advantage Hand him, and bind him fast; whilst I dissemble As if I yet knew nothing. Reignald. I suspect And find there’s trouble in my master’s looks; Therefore I must not trust myself too far Within his fingers. Old Lionel. Reignald! Reignald. Worshipful sir. Old Lionel. What says my son i’ the country? Reignald. That to-morrow, Early i’ the morning, he’ll attend your pleasure, And do as all such duteous children ought-- Demand your blessing, sir. Old Lionel. Well, ’tis well. Reignald. I do not like his countenance. [_Aside_. Old Lionel. But, Reignald, I suspect the honesty And the good meaning of my neighbour here, Old Master Ricott. Meeting him but now, And having some discourse about the house, He makes all strange, and tells me in plain terms He knows of no such matter. Reignald. Tell me that, sir! Old Lionel. I tell thee as it is: nor that such moneys, Took up at use, were ever tendered him On any such conditions. Reignald. I cannot blame Your worship to be pleasant, knowing at what An under-rate we bought it; but you ever Were a most merry gentleman. Old Lionel. Impudent slave! [_Aside_. But, Reignald, he not only doth deny it, But offers to depose himself and servants No such thing ever was. Reignald. Now, Heaven to see To what this world is grown to! I will make him-- Old Lionel. Nay more, this man will not confess the murder. Reignald. Which both shall dearly answer; you have warrant For him already; but for the other, sir, If he deny it, he had better-- Old Lionel. Appear, gentlemen; [_Softly_. ’Tis a fit time to take him. Reignald. [_Aside_.] I discover The ambush that’s laid for me. Old Lionel. Come nearer, Reignald.