Hester. He is a scholar and can cope with thee; thou canst not find him.
Roger. If he do walk the earth, I'll find him out; if he be now in Hell, I'll follow him; where'er he be, his peace is forfeited and I will—
Hester. What wilt thou do to him?
Roger. Nothing, Hester, nothing. I merely wish to thank him for the love he showed thee during my absence, whereby thou didst mourn for me the less.
Hester. Thou wilt not kill him?
Roger. What a silly thing thou hast become, now thou hast left the path of virtue! Do I kill thee? Am I dangerous? Is there force in this withered body to harm a lusty knave, a brave seducer of ripe womanhood?
Hester. Nay, do not harm him.
Roger. At thy request, mistress.
Hester. The fault was mine.