Throat. Dash, go fetch his mortgage. [Exit Dash.
So that your friends be bound, you shall not claim
Title, right, possession, in part or whole,
In time to come, in this my loved wife:
I will restore the mortgage, pay this debt,
And set you free.
W. Small. They shall not.
Bout. We will.
Come, draw the bonds, and we will soon subscribe them.
Enter Dash.
Throat. They're ready-drawn; here's his release:
Serjeants, let him go.
Dash. Here's the mortgage, sir.
W. Small. Was ever man thus cheated of a wife!
Is this my mortgage?
Throat. The very same, sir.
W. Small. Well, I will subscribe. God give you joy,
Although I have but little cause to wish it,
My heart will scarce consent unto my hand.
'Tis done.
Throat. You give this as your deed?