Call at my coachmaker's and bid him stop
The carriage I bespoke. The one I have
Send with my horses to the mart whereat
Such things are sold by auction. They're for sale;
Pack up my wardrobe, have my trunks conveyed
To the inn in the next street; and when that's done,
Go round my tradesmen and collect their bills,
And bring them to me at the inn.

Ste. The inn!

Clif. Yes; I go home no more. Why, what's the matter?
What has fallen out to make your eyes fill up?
You'll get another place. I'll certify
You're honest and industrious, and all
That a servant ought to be.

Ste. I see, Sir Thomas,
Some great misfortune has befallen you?

Clif. No!
I have health; I have strength; my reason, Stephen, and
A heart that's clear in truth, with trust in God.
No great disaster can befall the man
Who's still possessed of these! Good fellow, leave me.
What you would learn, and have a right to know,
I would not tell you now. Good Stephen, hence!
Mischance has fallen on me--but what of that?
Mischance has fallen on many a better man.
I prithee leave me. I grow sadder while