Twitch. Well, Master Gammon, as you desir'd, I'm come to serve this here warrant of yours, and arrest Master Banks; where is he?
F. Gam. Yes, now I be's determined on't—he's—zounds! stand aside, I'll speak to you anon. [Looking out.]
Enter Lady Amaranth, Zachariah following.
Lady Am. Friend, Jane, whom I have taken to be my handmaid, is thy daughter?
F. Gam. Ay, so her mother said, an't please your ladyship.
Lady Am. Ephraim Smooth acquainteth me thou art a wealthy yeoman.
F. Gam. Why, my lady, I pay my rent.
Lady Am. Being yet a stranger on my estate around here, I have passed through thy hamlet to behold with mine own eye the distresses of my poor tenants. I wish to relieve their wants.
F. Gam. Right, your ladyship: for charity hides a deal of sins. How good of you to think of the poor! that's so like me; I'm always contriving how to relieve my neighbours—you must lay Banks in jail to-night. [Apart to Twitch.]
Enter Jane.