Anc. O' th' sudden? Strange!
Sim. A qualm of threescore years come over his stomach, nothing else.[34] [Aside.
Blood. That you, beloved you, who, of all men i' th' world, my poor heart doated on, whom I loved better than father, mother, brother, sister, uncles, aunts—what would you have? that you should stay four days too late!
Anc. I have your money ready;
And, sir, I hope your old love to my father——
Blood. Nay, nay, I am noble, fellow, very noble, a very rock of friendship; but—but I had a house and barn burnt down to the ground since you were here.
Anc. How?
Blood. How? burned—ask Sim.
Sim. By fire, sir, by fire.
Blood. To build up which, for I am a poor man—a poor man, I was forced by course of law to enter upon your land, and so, for less money than you had of me, I was fain to sell it to another. That, by four days' stay, a man should lose his blood! our livings! our blood! O my heart! O my head!