Yet am I glad he's quiet, where I hope
He will not bite again. Boy, bring the body,
And let him have his will, if that be all.
Boy. 'Tis here without, sir.
Merch. So, sir, if you please
You may conduct it in, I do not fear it.
Humph. I'll be your usher, boy, for though I say it,
He ow'd me something once, and well did pay it. [Exeunt.
Enter Luce alone.
Luce. If there be any punishment inflicted