DICKON As hell, your worship?
JUSTICE MERTON Is he—he there?
DICKON Bessie’s brat; yes; it didn’t die, after all, poor suckling! Dickon weaned it. Saved it for balm of Gilead. Raised it for joyful home-coming. Prodigal’s return! Twenty-first birthday! Happy son! Happy father!
DICKON Felicitations!
JUSTICE MERTON I will not believe it.
DICKON Truth is hard fare.
JUSTICE MERTON [Faintly.] What—what do you want?
DICKON Only the happiness of your dear ones. [Indicating Rachel and Ravensbane.] The union of these young hearts and hands.
JUSTICE MERTON What! he will dare—an illegitimate—