O. Fos. Why, where are you, sir?
Steph. In debt, sir, in debt.
O. Fos. Indeed, that is a place you hardly can be
Removed from; but this is not a place fit
For one in debt. How came you out of prison, sirrah?[44]
Steph. As I went into prison, sirrah—by the keepers.
O. Fos. [To Rob.] This was your work, to let this bandog loose.
Rob. Sir, it was my duty to let my uncle loose.
O. Fos. Your duty did belong to me, and I
Did not command it.
Rob. You cannot make a separation, sir,
Betwixt the duty that belongs to me
And love unto my uncle: as well you may
Bid me [to] love my maker, and neglect
The creature which he hath bid me [to] love:[45]
If man to man join not a love on earth,
They love not heaven, nor him that dwells above it;
Such is my duty; a strong correlative
Unto my uncle—why, he's half yourself.
Brew. Believe me, sir, he has answer'd you well.
O. Fos. He has not, worthy sir;
But to make void that false construction.
Here I disclaim the title of a brother;
And by that disclaim hast thou lost thy child's part:
Be thou engag'd for any debts of his,
In prison rot with him; my goods shall not
Purchase such fruitless recompence.