Steph. Come, wife. Go not to see your father, sir,
I charge you.
Brew. Jane, bring your friends to th' door.
Rob. [Aside.] I'll help my father, though myself grow poor. [Exeunt.
Brew. Where's my factor?
George. Here, sir.
Brew. What, are the square stones and timber brought, as I appointed?
George. Yes, sir, and the workmen that daily ply the work are in number fourscore at least.
Brew. My vows flew up to heaven, that I would make
Some pious work in the brass book of fame,
That might till doomsday lengthen out my name.
Near Norton Folgate, therefore, have I bought
Ground to erect this house, which I will call
And dedicate St Mary's Hospital;
And when 'tis finish'd, o'er the gates shall stand
In capital letters, these words fairly graven,
For I have given the work and house to heaven,
And call'd it Domus Dei, God's house;
For in my zealous faith I know full well,
Where good deeds are, there heaven itself doth dwell. [Exit.
Enter Old Foster, Richard his factor, and the Keeper of Ludgate.