Hog. O, my most honoured lord, I am undone, robbed, this black night, of all the wealth and treasure which these many years I have hourly laboured for.
O. Lord W. And who are those have done this outrage to you?
Hog. O, knew I that, I then, my lord, were happy.
O. Lord W. Come you for justice then, not knowing 'gainst whom the course of justice should extend itself? Nor yet suspect you none?
Hog. None but the devil.
Y. Lord W. I thought he was a cheater, e'er since I heard two or three Templars[400] swear at dice, the last Christmas, that the devil had got all.
Enter Haddit and Lightfoot.
Had. My kind acquaintance, joy to thy good success.
Car. Noble and freeborn Haddit, welcome.