Grace. You are content then?
Winw. Quar. Yes, yes.
Grace. Sir, here are two names written—
Tro. Is justice Overdo one?
Grace. How, sir! I pray you read them to yourself; it is for a wager between these gentlemen; and with a stroke, or any difference, mark which you approve best.
Tro. They may be both worshipful names for aught I know, mistress; but Adam Overdo had been worth three of them, I assure you in this place, that’s in plain English.
Grace. This man amazes me: I pray you like one of them, sir.
Tro. [marks the book.] I do like him there, that has the best warrant, mistress, to save your longing, and (multiply him) it may be this. But I am still for justice Overdo, that’s my conscience; and quit you.
Winw. Is it done, lady?
Grace. Ay, and strangely, as ever I saw: what fellow is this, trow?