DICKON Trust me, and thy son. When the Justice’s niece is thy daughter-in-law, all will be safe. For the Justice will cherish his niece’s family.
GOODY RICKBY But when he knows—
DICKON But he shall not know. How can he? When the glass is denounced as fraudulent, how will he, or any person, ever know that we made this fellow out of rubbish? Who, forsooth, but a poet—or a devil—would believe it? You mustn’t credit men with our imaginations, my dear.
RAVENSBANE Mockery! Always mockery!
GOODY RICKBY Then thou wilt pull me through this safe?
DICKON As I adore thee—and my own reputation.
GOODY RICKBY [Hurrying away.] Till we meet, then, boy.
DICKON Stay, marchioness—his lordship!
GOODY RICKBY [Turning.] His lordship’s pardon! How fares “the bottom of thy heart,” my son?