[Exit Potluck.
Though soft into my bed I gin to sink
To sleep long as I'm wont to done,[190] yet all
Will be for nought; I may well lig and wink,
But sleep shall there none in this heart ysink. [Exit.
SCENE II.
Credulous, and Shape dogging him.
Cre. So now the mortgage is mine own outright;
I swear by the faith of my body now,
It is a pretty thing—o' my corporal oath,
A very pretty thing. Besides the house,
Orchards, and gardens, some two hundred acres
Of land, that beareth as good country corn,
For country corn, as may be.
Shape. As I'd have it.
Cre. How now, good friend? Where dost thou live?
Dost thou know Caster's farm?
Shape. Yes, sir; I fear 'tis gone:
Sure, Caster's farm is cast away!
Cre. A jest!
Good troth, a good one of a country one;
I see there's wit there too. Then thou dost know it?
Shape. I am afraid I shall not know it long;
I shall lose my acquaintance.