Had. Think ill of thee! Can the world pity him that ne'er pitied any? besides, since there is no end of his goods nor beginning of his goodness, had not we as good share his dross in his lifetime, as let controversy and lawyers devour it at his death?
Reb. You have prevailed. At what hour is't you intend to have entrance into his chamber?
Had. Why, just at midnight; for then our apparition will seem most fearful. You'll make a way that we may ascend up like spirits?
Reb. I will; but how many have you made instruments herein?
Had. Faith, none but my cousin Lightfoot and a player.
Reb. But may you trust the player?
Had. O, exceeding well. We'll give him a speech he understands not. But, now I think on't, what's to be done with your father's man Peter?
Reb. Why, the least quantity of drink will lay him dead asleep. But hark, I hear my father coming. Soon in the evening I'll convey you in.
Had. Till when, let this outward ceremony be a true pledge of our inward affections. [Kisses her. Exit Rebecca.] Lo, this goes better forward than the plantation in Virginia: but see, here comes half the West Indies, whose rich mines this night I mean to be ransacking.
Enter Hog, Lightfoot, and Peter.