Over. Look thee! here is my hand and seal, Adam Overdo; if there be any thing to be written above in that paper that thou want’st now, or at any time hereafter, think on’t, it is my deed. I deliver it so; can your friend write?
Quar. Her hand for a witness, and all is well.
Over. With all my heart.
[He urges her to sign it.
Quar. Why should not I have the conscience to make this a bond of a thousand pound now, or what I would else? [Aside.
Over. Look you, there it is, and I deliver it as my deed again.
Quar. Let us now proceed in madness.
[Exeunt Quarlous and Dame Purecraft.
Over. Well, my conscience is much eased; I have done my part, though it doth him no good; yet Adam hath offered satisfaction. The sting is removed from hence! Poor man, he is much altered with his affliction, it has brought him low. Now for my other work, reducing the young man, I have followed so long in love, from the brink of his bane to the centre of safety. Here, or in some such-like vain place, I shall be sure to find him. I will wait the good time.
[Exit.