TOM How dark, and dreadful is this place!. Why have you led me here? There's something, Shadow, in your face that fills my soul with fear.
NICK A year and a day, have passed away since first to you I came. All things you bid, I duly did and now my wages claim.
TOM Shadow!, Good Shadow! Be patient. I am beggared, as you know. But promise when I am rich again to pay you, to pay you all I owe.
NICK 'Tis not your money but your soul which I this night require. Look in my eyes and recognise whom, fool, you chose to hire.
(He points to grave)
Behold your waiting grave! Behold!
(He takes out a steel, a gun...)
Steel, halter, poison, gun. Make no excuse, your exit choose. Tom Rakewell's race is run.
TOM Oh let the wild hills cover me or the abounding wave.
NICK The sins you did may not be hid. Think not your soul to save.
TOM Oh why did an uncle I never knew select me for his heir?
NICK It pleases well the damned in hell to bring another there. Midnight is come. By rope or gun or medicine or knife, on the stroke of twelve you shall slay yourself, for forfeit is your life.