Enter SCARBOROW.
SCAR. My honourable[354] lord.
LORD. 'Tis well-done, Scarborow.
SCAR. Kind uncle.
WIL. Thanks, my good coz.
LORD. You have been welcome in your country Yorkshire?
SCAR. The time that I spent there, my lord, was merry.
LORD. 'Twas well, 'twas very well! and in your absence
Your uncle here and I have been bethinking,
What gift 'twixt us we might bestow on you,
That to your house large dignity might bring,
With fair increase, as from a crystal spring.
Enter DOCTOR and KATHERINE.
SCAR. My name is bound to your benificence,
Your hands have been to me like bounty's purse,
Never shut up, yourself my foster nurse:
Nothing can from your honour come, prove me so rude,
But I'll accept, to shun ingratitude.