Sir Tim. Bear Witness, ‘twas he that rob’d me last night.
Sir Anth. We bear witness, Sir, we know of no such matter we. I thank you for that, Sir; wou’d you make Witnesses of Gentlemen?
Sir Tim. No matter for that, I’ll have him hang’d, nay, drawn and quarter’d.
Wild. What, for obeying your Commands, and living on my Wits?
Sir Anth. Nay, then ‘tis a clear Case, you can neither hang him or blame him.
Wild. I’ll propose fairly now; if you’ll be generous and pardon all, I’ll render your Estate back during Life, and put the Writings in Sir Anthony Meriwill’s and Sir Charles his Hands—I have a Fortune here that will maintain me, Without so much as wishing for your Death.
All. This is but Reason.
Sir Charl. With this Proviso, that he makes not use on’t to promote any Mischief to the King and Government.
All. Good and Just. [Sir Tim. pauses.
Sir Tim. Hum, I’d as good quietly agree to’t, as lose my Credit by making a Noise.—Well, Tom, I pardon all, and will be Friends. [Gives him his Hand.