Fath. ’Tis a capital place! So little to do, and so much to get for’t. Six pounds in the year; two suits of livery; shoes and stockings, and a famous larder. He’d be a bold man that would put such a place in jeopardy. My place, madam, my place!
Helen. I tell thee I’ll provide thee with a better place. Thou shalt have less to do, and more to get. Now, Fathom, hast thou courage to stand by thy mistress?
Fath. I have!
Helen. That’s right.
Fath. I’ll let my lady out.
[Enter Master Walter unperceived.]
Helen. That’s right. When, Fathom?
Fath. To-night.
Helen. She is to be married to-night.
Fath. This evening, then. Master Walter is now in the library, the key is on the outside, and I’ll lock him in.