The Abbot. This day a year ago Sir Richard Lea borrowed four hundred pounds from me. He promised to pay in a year or lose his land. If he does not return to-day, the land will be mine.
The Prior. The day is now far spent. Perhaps he will come yet.
The Abbot. I am sure I hope he will not. I trust he has left England.
The Prior. The land is worth much more than four hundred pounds. It were a pity if he did not redeem it.
The Abbot. Thou art ever crossing me! Speak no more about it! Where is the Lord Justice?
Lord Justice (enters). Here I am. I have just come from London to do justice on that Knight. Where is he?
The Abbot. The Knight has failed to come with the money and this is the day when the land falls to me.
Lord Justice. I dare swear he will not come and thou shalt have his lands. I now declare that the knight, Sir Richard Lea, has failed to keep his promise and his lands are—
The Knight (entering and kneeling before the Abbot). Rejoice with me, Sir Abbot. I am come to keep my day.