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look here, I ha brought thee a Circle ready chara&ered and all.

Cap. 'Sfoot, George, art in thy right Wits, dost know what thou sayft? why dost talk to a Captain a conjuring? didit thou ever hear of a Captain conjure in thy Life? dost callit a Circle ? 'tis too wide a thing, methinks ; had it been a lefser Circle, then I knew what to have done.

Pye. Why every Fool knows that, Captain; nay then I'll not cog with you, Captain, if you'll stay and hang the next Sellions you may.

Capt. No, by my Faith, George, come, come, let's to conjuring

Pye. But if you look to be released, as my Wits have took pain to work it, and all means wrought to farther it, besides to put Crowns in your Purse, to make you a Man of better hopes, and whereas before you were a Captain or poor

Soldier, to make you now a Commander of rich Fools, which is truly the only best purchace Peace can allow you, fafer than High-ways, Heath, or Cony-groves, and yet a far better Boory; for your greatest Thieves are never hang’d, never hang'd; for why? they're wife, and cheat within Doors; and we geld Fools of more Mony in one Night, than your false-tail'd Gelding will purchale in a Twelve-Months running, which confirms the old Beldams saying, He's wisest, that keeps himself warmelt, that is, he that robs by a good Fire.

Capt. Well opened i'faith, George, thou hast pulld that saying out of the Husk.

Pye. Captain Idle, 'tis no time now to delude or delay, the old Knight will be here suddenly, I'll perfect you, dire&t you, tell you the trick on't: 'tis nothing.

Capt. 'Sfoot, George, I know not what to say to't, conjured I shall be hang'd e'er I conjure,

Pye. Nay, tell not me of that, Captain, you'll ne'er conjure after you're hang'd, I warrant you; look you, Sir, a parlous Matter, fure, first to spread your Circle upon the Ground, then with a little conjuring Ceremony, as I'll have an's Wand silver'd o'er a purpose for you, then arriving in the Circle, with a huge Word, and a great Trample, as for instance have you never seen a {talking,


stamping Player, that will raise a tempest with his Tongue, and Thunder with his Heels?

Capt. O yes, yes, yes; often, often.

Pye. Why be like such a one? for any thing will blear the old Knight's Eyes; for you must note, that He'll ne'er dare to venture into the Room, only perhaps peep fearfully through the Key-hole, to see how the Play goes forward.

Capt. Well, I may go about it when I will, but mark the end on't, I shall but fhame my self i'faith, George, speak big words, and stamp and stare, and he look in at Key-hole, why the very thought of that would make me laugh out: right, and spoil all; nay I'll tell thee, George, when I apprehend a thing once, I am of such a laxative Laughter, that if the Devil himself stood by, I should laugh in his Face.

Pye. Puh, that's but the babe of a Man, and may easily be hush'd, as to think upon fome disaster, some fad Misfortune, as the Death of thy Father i'th' Country.

Capt. 'Sfoot, that would be the more to drive me into such an ecstafie, that I should ne'er lin laughing else.

Pye. Why then think upon going to hanging.

Capt. Mass that's well remembered, now I'll do well, I warrant thee, ne'er fear me now; but how shall I do, George, for boisterous Words, and horrible Names ?

Pye. Puh, any fuftian Invocations, Captain, will serve as well as the best, so you rant them out well, or you may go to a Pothecary's Shop, and take all the words from the Boxes.

Capt. Troth, and you say true, George, there's ftrange words enow to raise a hundred Quack-salvers, though they be ne'er so poor when they begin? but here lyes the fear on't, how if in this false Conjuration, a true Devil fhould

Pye. A true Devil, Captain? why there was ne'er such a one, nay faith he that has this place, is as false a Knave as our last Church-warden.

Capt. Then he's false enough a Conscience i'faith George,


pop up indeed.

The Crj at Marshallea. Enter Sir Godfrey, Mr. Edmond,

and Nicholas.
Cry Prisoners. Good Gentlemen over the way, fend

your relief: Good Gentlemen over the way, Good, Sir Godfrey?

Pye. He's come, he's come.

Nick. Mafter, that's my Kinsman yonder in the BuffJerkin— Kinsman, that's my Master yonder i'th Taffaty Hai---pray falute him intirely.

[They Salute; and Pye-boord salutes Mafter Edmond.
Sir God. Now my Friend.
Pye. May I partake your Name, Sir ?
Edm. My Name is Master Edmond.
Pye. Master Edmond, care you not a Welshman, Sir?
Edm. A Welshman? why?

Pye. Because Master is your Christen Name, and Edmond your Sir-name.

Edm. O no: I have more names at home, Master Edmond Plus is my full Name at length. Pye. O cry you mercy, Sir ?

Whispering. Capt. I understand that you are my Kinsman's good Mafter, and in regard of that, the best of my Skill is at your Service; but had you fortun'd a meer Stranger, and made no means to me by acquaintance, I should have utterly denied to have been the Man; both by reason of the A& of Parliament against Conjurers and Witches, as also, because I would not have my Art vulgar, trite, and common.

Sir God. I much commend your care there, good Captain Conjurer, and that I will be sure to have it private enough, you shall do't in my Sister's House,---- mine own Houle I may call it, for both our charges therein are proportion'd.

Capt. Very good, Sir ----What may I call your loss, Sir?

Sir God. O you may call't a great Loss, a grievous Lofs, Sir, as goodly a Chain of Gold, though I say it, that wore it; how say'st thou, Nicholas ?

Nich. Ó 'twas as delicious a Chain of Gold, Kinsman, you knowSir God. You know, did you know't, Captain?


Capt. Trust a Fool with secretss-Sir, he may say I know; his meaning is, because my Art is such, that by it I may gather a knowledge of all Things

Sir God. Ay, very true.

Capt. A pox of all Fools--the excuse stuck upon my Tongue like Ship-pitch upon a Mariner's Gown, not to come oft in haste-ber-lady, Knight, to lose such a fair Chain of Gold, were a foul Loss; Well

, I can put you in this good comfort on't, if it be between Heav'n and Earth, Knight, P'll ha't for you.

Sir God. A wonderful Conjurer, OI, 'tis between Heav'n and Earth, I warrant you, it cannot go out of the Realm, I know 'cis somewhere about the Earth.

Capt. Ay, nigher the Earth than thou wot'st on.

Sir God. For first, my Chain was rich, and no rich thing fall enter into Heav'n, you krow.

Nich. And as for the Devil, Master, he has no need on't, for you know he has a great Chain of his own. Sir God. Thou say'st true, Nicholas, but he has put

off that now, that lyes by him.

Capt. Faith, Knight, in few words, I prefume so much upon the Power of my Art, that I could warrant your Chain again.

Sir God. O dainty Captain !

Capt. Marry, it will cost me much sweat, I were better go to fixteen Hot-houses.

Sir God. Ay, good Man, I warrant thee.
Capt. Beside great Vexation of Kidney and Liver.

Nich. O, 'twill tickle you hereabouts, Cousin, because you have not been usid to't.

Sir God. No? have you not been usd to't, Captain?

Capt. Plague of all Fools ftill; indeed, Knight, I have not us'd it a good while, and therefore will strain me fo much the more, you know.

Sir God. O it will, it will.

Capt. What plunges he puts me to? Were not this Knight a Fool, I had been twice spoil'd now; that Captain's worse than accurft that has an Ass to his Kinsman, 'sfoot, I fear he will drivel't out before I come to't. Now, Sir, to come to the point indeed,- you see I stick here in the jaw of the Marsalsea, and cannot do't.

Sir God. Tut, tut, I know thy meaning, thou wouldīt say thou'rt a Prisoner, I tell thee thou’rt none.

Capt. How, none? why is not this the Marshalsea ?

Sir God. Will’t hear me speak? I heard of thy rare Con-
My Chain was lost, I sweat for thy Release,
As thou shalt do the like at home for me:

Enter Keeper.
Keep. Sir.
Sir God. Speak, is not this Man free?
Keep. Yes, at his Pleasure, Sir, the Fees discharg'd.
Sir God. Go, go, I'll discharge them, I.
Keep. I thank your Worship.

[Exit Keeper. Capt. Now, trust me, you're a dear Knight; kindness unexpected! O there's nothing to a free Gentleman, I will conjure for you, Sir, 'till Froth come through my Buff-Jerkin.

Sir God. Nay, then thou shalt not pass with so little a Bounty, for at the first sight of my

Chain again, forty five Angels shall appear unto thee.

Capt. 'Twill be a glorious show, i'faith, Knight, a very fine show; but are all these of your own House? are you fure of that, Sir?

Sir God. Ay, ay; no, no; what's he yonder talking with my wild Nephew, pray Heav'n he give him good Counsel

. Capt. Who, he he's a rare Friend of mine, an admirable Fellow, Knight, the finest Fortune-teller.

Sir God. Ö! 'tis he indeed, that came to my Lady Sister, and foretold the loss of my Chain; I am not angry with him now, for I see 'twas my Fortune to lose it: By your leave, Mr. Fortune-teller, I had a glimpse of you at home, at my Sister's the Widow's, there you prophelied of the loss of a Chain: fimply, though I stand here, I was he that lost it.

Pye. Was it you, Sir ?

Edm. A my troth, Nuncle, he's the rarest Fellow, has told me my Fortune so right; I find it so right to my na.


Sir God. What is't? God send it a good one.


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