Sir Francis Acton. She hates my name, my face: how should I woo? I am disgraced in every thing I do. The more she hates me, and disdains my love, The more I am rapt in admiration Of her divine and chaste perfections. Woo her with gifts I cannot, for all gifts Sent in my name she spurns: with looks I cannot, For she abhors my sight; nor yet with letters, For none she will receive. How then, how then? Well, I will fasten such a kindness on her As shall o’ercome her hate and conquer it. Sir Charles, her brother, lies in execution For a great sum of money; and, besides, The appeal is sued still for my huntsman’s death, Which only I have power to reverse: In her I’ll bury all my hate of him. Go seek the keeper, Malby, bring him to me: To save his body, I his debts will pay; To save his life, I his appeal will stay. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_A Prison Cell_. _Enter_ Sir Charles Mountford, _with irons, his feet bare, his garments all ragged and torn_. Sir Charles Mountford. Of all on the earth’s face most miserable, Breathe in this hellish dungeon thy laments, Thus like a slave ragged, like a felon gyved. What hurls thee headlong to this base estate? O unkind uncle! O my friends ingrate! Unthankful kinsmen! Mountford’s all too base, To let thy name be fettered in disgrace! A thousand deaths here in this grave I die; Fear, hunger, sorrow, cold, all threat my death, And join together to deprive my breath. But that which most torments me, my dear sister Hath left to visit me, and from my friends Hath brought no hopeful answer: therefore I Divine they will not help my misery. If it be so, shame, scandal, and contempt Attend their covetous thoughts; need make their graves! Usurers they live, and may they die like slaves! _Enter_ Keeper. Keeper. Knight, be of comfort, for I bring thee freedom From all thy troubles. Sir Charles Mountford. Then I am doomed to die; Death is the end of all calamity. Keeper. Live: your appeal is stayed; the execution Of all your debts discharged; your creditors Even to the utmost penny satisfied. In sign whereof, your shackles I knock off; You are not left so much indebted to us As for your fees; all is discharged, all paid. Go freely to your house, or where you please; After long miseries, embrace your ease.