Lur. My name is Lurcher.
Al. 'Shat have thy Mortgage.
Lu. I ha that already, no matter for the Deed
If you release it.
Al. I'll do't before thy witness;
But where's thy Sister? if she live I am happy, though
I conceal our contract, which was
Stolen from me with the Evidence of this Land.
The Boy goes to Maria, and gives her a paper; she wonders, and smiles upon Hartlove, he amaz'd, approaches her: afterward she shews it her mother, and then gives it to Hartlove.
Nur. Your daughter smiles.
Lur. I hope she lives, but where, I cannot tell, Sir.
Boy. Even here, and please you, Sir.
Al. How?
Boy. Nay, 'tis she;
To work thy fair way, I preserved you brother,
That would have lost me willingly, and serv'd ye
Thus like a boy; I served you faithfully,
And cast your plots [but] to preserve your credit;
Your foul ones I diverted to fair uses;
So far as you would hearken to my counsel;
That all the world may know how much you owe me.