Scene II

Bellmour, Heartwell, Lucy.

HEART. I’m impatient till it be done.

LUCY. That may be, without troubling yourself to go again for your brother’s chaplain. Don’t you see that stalking form of godliness?

HEART. O ay; he’s a fanatic.

LUCY. An executioner qualified to do your business. He has been lawfully ordained.

HEART. I’ll pay him well, if you’ll break the matter to him.

LUCY. I warrant you.—Do you go and prepare your bride.