[Freeman reads it to himself.
Euph. What plot is this?
Fruit. One manor only they except from hence.
Which they suppose you did unjustly hold
From the true heir: his name was Scudmore, madam.
Lady C. I do confess I did unjustly hold it;
And since have griev'd me much, that while I might,
I made not restitution.
Fruit. He was poor,
And by the law could not recover it;
Therefore this means was taken. By this deed
They have convey'd it hither, where it ought
Of right to be: are you content with this?
And all the rest of your estate is yours.
Lady C. With all my heart.
Free. Madam, the deed is good.
Lady C. For that estate which justly is pass'd over
To Scudmore's heir, I am so well content,
As that, before these gentlemen, I promise
To pay him back all the arrearages
Of whatsoever profits I have made.
Fruit. I thank your ladyship. Now know your chaplain,
That wanted orders. [Discovers himself.
Lady C. Master Scudmore living!