Sir Charles Mountford. Ha! Acton! O me, more distressed in this Than all my troubles! hale me back, Double my irons, and my sparing meals Put into halves, and lodge me in a dungeon More deep, more dark, more cold, more comfortless. By Acton freed! not all thy manacles Could fetter so my heels as this one word Hath thralled my heart; and it must now lie bound In more strict prison than thy stony gaol. I am not free; I go but under bail. Keeper. My charge is done, sir, now I have my fees; As we get little, we will nothing leese.[1.34] [_Exit_. Sir Charles Mountford. By Acton freed, my dangerous opposite! Why, to what end? on what occasion? ha! Let me forget the name of enemy, And with indifference balance this high favour: Ha! Susan. [_Aside_.] His love to me? upon my soul ’tis so: That is the root from whence these strange things grow. Sir Charles Mountford. Had this proceeded from my father, he That by the law of nature is most bound In offices of love, it had deserved My best employment to requite that grace: Had it proceeded from my friends or him, From them this action had deserved my life: And from a stranger more; because from such There is less expectation[1.35] of good deeds. But he, nor father, nor ally, nor friend, More than a stranger, both remote in blood And in his heart opposed my enemy,-- That this high bounty should proceed from him,-- Oh, there I lose myself! What should I say, What think, what do, his bounty to repay? Susan. You, wonder, I am sure, whence this strange kindness Proceeds in Acton. I will tell you, brother: He dotes on me, and oft hath sent me gifts, Letters and tokens: I refused them all. Sir Charles Mountford. I have enough, though poor; my heart is set, In one rich gift to pay back all my debt. [_Exeunt_. SCENE III.--_A Room in_ Frankford’s _House_. _Enter_ Frankford, _and_ Nicholas _with keys_. Frankford. This is the night that I must play my part To try two seeming angels. Where’s my keys? Nicholas. They are made according to your mould in wax: I bade the smith be secret, gave him money, And here they are. The letter, sir. Frankford. True, take it, there it is; [_Gives him letter_. And when thou seest me in my pleasant’st vein, Ready to sit to supper, bring it me. Nicholas. I’ll do’t, make no more question but I’ll do’t. [_Exit_. _Enter_ Mistress Frankford, Cranwell, Wendoll, _and_ Jenkin. Mistress Frankford. Sirrah, ’tis six o’clock already struck! Go bid them spread the cloth and serve in supper. Jenkin. It shall be done, forsooth, mistress. Where’s Spigot, the butler, to give us out salt and trenchers? [_Exit_. Wendoll. We that have been a-hunting all the day Come with preparèd stomachs. Master Frankford, We wished you at our sport.