_Basil._ I would I could see him. But I have
promised mine uncle not, and he cannot bear any shock
to his health. Go, tell him this.

_Will._ Worshipful Master Basil! you will excuse
me, but I must speak my master's mind. He saith
he hath signed away his inheritance to thee, and that
he expects this small gift, ere he comes among ye.
He is but in sorry plight of dress, and he hath ever
shown much affection for you.

_Basil._ Does he threaten? Hark ye, I owe him
nought. Let justice be done. The fortune was mine
by birth. Our father acted basely. My brother did
very properly restore it. Shall he boast of a bare act
of justice? He hath no claim on me. Shall I
furnish his profligacies, his expenses, his foreign
debaucheries, because I have gotten back mine own?

_Will._ You will not see him?--

_Basil._ No!

_Will._ Nor send him the money?--

_Basil_. No! except with the proviso I told thee of.

_Will._ You have no other message?--