Scud. Thou Pancridge parson![26] O, for my friend Nevill!
Some wile or other might remove this priest,
And give us[27] breathing to cross their intent.
[Aside.
Nev. Alas! my dear friend.
[Aside.
Scud. Sir, do but you refuse to join them.
Nev. Upon what acquaintance, sir?
They are great persons, and I mean to rise:
I hope in time to have three livings, man;
And this were not the way, I take it, sir.
Scud. Why, look thee; there is gold.
Nev. O, by no means.
Scud. I seldom knew't refus'd yet by thy coat,
But where it would have been a cause of good.
Nev. But look ye; you shall see, I'm a divine
Of conscience quite opposite to a lawyer:
I'll give you counsel, sir, without a fee.
This way they are to come; if you dare do't,
Challenge her as your own at the church-door:
I will not hinder you.
[Music plays.
Scud. O, hark! they come.
Nevill, my friend! well, I must something do.
O, why should music, which joys every part,
Strike such sharp killing discords to my heart!