Oliver. The devil take my soul, but I did love her.
Taf. That oath doth show you are a Northern knight,
And of all men alive, I'll never trust
A northern man in love.
Oliver. And why, and why, slut?
Taf. Because the first word he speaks is, the devil
Take his soul; and who will give him trust,
That once has given his soul unto the devil?
W. Small. She says most true, father; the soul once gone,
The best part of man is gone.
Taf. And, i' faith,
If the best part of a man is gone,
The rest of the body is not worth a rush,
Though it be ne'er so handsome.
Enter Lady Sommerfield, Throat and Beard bound, and Justice Tutchin.
Lady Som. Bring them away.
W. Small. How now?
My lawyer pinion'd! I begin to stink
Already.
Lady Som. Cheater, my daughter!