SCENE II.--_A chamber in_ SIR GILES'S _house. Enter_ WELLBORN _and

MARRALL.

WELLBORN: Now, Master Marrall, what's the weighty secret You promised to impart?

MARRALL: This only, in a word: I know Sir Giles Will come upon you for security For his thousand pounds; which you must not consent to. As he grows in heat (as I'm sure he will), Be you but rough, and say, he's in your debt Ten times the sum upon sale of your land. The deed in which you passed it over to him Bid him produce: he'll have it to deliver To the Lord Lovell, with many other writings, And present moneys. I'll instruct you farther As I wait on your worship.

WELLBORN: I trust thee.

[_Exeunt. Enter_ MARGARET _as if in anger, followed by_ ALLWORTH.

MARGARET: I'll pay my lord all debts due to his title; And when with terms not taking from his honour He does solicit me, I shall gladly hear him: But in this peremptory, nay, commanding way, To appoint a meeting, and without my knowledge, Shows a confidence that deceives his lordship.

ALLWORTH: I hope better, good lady.

MARGARET: Hope, sir, what you please; I have A father, and, without his full consent, I can grant nothing.

[_Enter_ OVERREACH, _having overheard_.

OVERREACH _(aside)_: I like this obedience. But whatever my lord writes must and shall be Accepted and embraced. (_Addressing_ Allworth.) Sweet Master Allworth, You show yourself a true and faithful servant. How! frowning, Meg? Are these looks to receive A messenger from my lord? In name of madness, What could his honour write more to content you?

MARGARET: Why, sir, I would be married like your daughter, Not hurried away in the night, I know not whither, Without all ceremony; no friends invited, To honour the solemmnity.

ALLWORTH: My lord desires this privacy, in respect His honourable kinsmen are far off; And he desires there should be no delay.

MARGARET: Give me but in the church, and I'm content.

OVERREACH: So my lord have you, what care I who gives you? Lord Lovell would be private, I'll not cross him. Use my ring to my chaplain; he is beneficed At my manor of Gotham, and called Parson Willdo.

MARGARET: What warrant is your ring? He may suppose I got that twenty ways without your knowledge. Your presence would do better.

OVERREACH: Still perverse! Paper and ink there.

ALLWORTH: I can furnish you.

OVERREACH: I thank you; I can write then.

[_Writes on his book_.

ALLWORTH: You may, if you please, leave out the name of my lord, In respect he comes disguised, and only write, "Marry her to this gentleman."

OVERREACH: Well advised.

[MARGARET _kneels_.

'Tis done; away--my blessing, girl? Thou hast it.

[_Exeunt_ ALLWORTH _and_ MARGARET.

OVERREACH: Farewell! Now all's cock sure. Methink I hear already knights and ladies Say, "Sir Giles Overreach, how is it with Your honourable daughter? Has her honour Slept well to-night?" Now for Wellborn And the lands; were he once married to the widow--I have him here. [_Exit._