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Edm. O, 'tis a paffing good one, Nuncle; for he says I shall prove such an excellent Gamester in my time, that I shall spend all faster than my



it. Sir God. There's a Fortune indeed. Edm. Nay, it hits my humor so pat. Sir God. Ay, that will be the end on't; will the Curse of the Beggar prevail so much, that the Son shall consume that foolishly, which the Father got craftily; ay, ay, ay; cwill, 'twill, 'twill. Pye. Stay, stay, stay.

[Pye-boord with an Almanack, and the Captain. Capt. Turn over, George.

Pye, June, July; here, July, that's the Month, Sunday thirteen, Yesterday fourteen, to Day fifteen.

Capt. Lock quickly for the fifteenth Day, if within - the compass of these two Days there would be some boiste

rous Storm or other, it would be the best, I'd defer him off 'till then; some Tempest, and it be thy will.

Pye. Here's the fifteenth Day, hot and fair.
Capt. Puh, would t'ad been, hot and foul.

Pye. The fixteenth Day, that's to morrow; the Morning for the most part, fair and pleasant.

Capt. No luck.
Pye. But about high-noon, Lightning and Thunder.

Capt. Lightning and Thunder? admirable! best of all ! I'll conjure to morrow just at high-noon, George.

Pye. Happen but true to morrow, Almanack, and I'll give thee leave to lye all the Year after.

Capt. Sir, I must crave your Patience, to bestow this Day upon me, that I may furnish my self strongly, I sent a Spirit into Lancashire t'other Day, to fetch back a Knave-Drover, and I look for his return this Evening-to morrow Morning, my Friend here and I will come and breakfast with you.

Sir God. O, you shall be most welcome.
Capt. And about noon, without fail, I purpose to conjure.
Sir God. Mid-noon will be a fit time for you,

Edm. Conjuring? do you mean to conjure at our House
to morrow, Sir?
Capt. Marry do I, Sir; 'tis my incent, young Gentleman.


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Edm. By my troth, I'll love you while I live for’t: 0 rare! Nicholas, we shall have Conjuring to 'morrow.

Nich. Puh I, I could ha told you of that.

Capt. Law, he could ha told him of that, Fool, Coxcomb, could ye?

Edm. Do you hear me, Sir, I desire more acquaintance on you, you shall earn some Mony of me, now I know you can Conjure; but can you fetch any that is lost?

Capt. Oh, any thing that's loft.

Edm. Why look you, Sir, I tell't you as a Friend and a Conjurer; I should marry a Pothecary's Daughter, and 'twas told me, she lost her Maiden-head at Stony-Stratford: Now if you'll do but so much as Conjure for’t, and make all whole again

Capt. That I will, Sir.
Edm. By my troth I thank you, la.
Capt. A little merry with your sister's Son, Sir.

Sir God. Oh, a simple young Man, very simple; come Captain, and you, Sir; we'll e'en part with a Gallon of Wine 'till to morrow -Break-fast.

Tip. Capt. Troth, agreed, Sir. Nich. Kinsman-Scholar.

Pye. Why now thou art a good Knave, worth a hundred Brownists.

Nich. Am I indeed, la; I thank you heartily, la. [Exe.


Enter Moll, and Sir John Penny-Dub.
Dub. B and

UT I hope you will not serve a Knight so, Genhim off at your Pleasure; what do you think I was dubb'd for nothing, no by my Faith, Lady's Daughter. Moll

. Pray Sir John Penny-Dub, let it be defer'd a-while, I have a Heart to marry as you can have; but as the For. tune-teller told me.

Dub. Pax o'th' Fortune-teller, would Derrick had been his Fortune feven Year ago, to cross my Love thus; did he know what case I was in? why this is able to make a Man drown himself in's Father's Fish-Pond.


Moll. And then he told me moreover, Sir John, that the Breach of it kept my Father in Purgatory.

Dub. In Purgatory why let him purge out his Heart there, what have we to do with that? there's Physicians enow there to cast his Water, is that any Matter to us? how can he hinder our Love? why let him be hang’d now he's dead? Well, have I rid Post Day and Night, to bring you merry News of my Father's Death, and now ---

Moll. Thy Father's Death? is the old Farmer dead?
Dub. As dead as his Barn-Door, Moll.

Moll. And you'll keep your Word with me now, Sir John, that I shall have my Coach and my Coachman ?

Dub. Ay faith.

Moll. And two white Horses with black Feathers to draw it?

Dub. Too.

Moll. A guarded Lackey to run befor't, and py'd Liveries to come trashing after't.

Dub. Thou shalt, Mell. Moll. And to let me have Mony in my Purse to go whither I will.

Dub. All this.

Moll. Then come, whatsoe'er comes on't, we'll be made sure together before the Maids o'th' Kitchen. [Exit.

Enter Widow, Frances and Frailty. Wid. How now ? where's my Brother Sir Godfrey ? went he forth this Morning?

Frail. O no Madain, he's above at Breakfast, with Sir Reverence a Conjurer.

Wid. A Conjurer? what manner of Fellow is he?

Frail. Oh, a wondrous rare Fellow, Mistress, very strongly made upward, for he goes in a Buff-Jerkin ; he says he will fetch Sir Godfrey's Chain again, if it hang between Heaven and Earth.

Wid. What ! he will not? then he's an exlent Fellow I warrant ; how happy were that Woman to be blest with such a Husband, a Man cunning? how do's he look, Frailty, very swartly I warrant, with black Beard, scorche Cheeks, and smoaky Eye-brows.

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Frail. Foh he's neither smoak-dryed, nor scorcht, nor black, nor nothing, I tell you, Madam., he looks as fair to fee to as one of us; I do think, but if you faw bim once; you'd take him to be a Christian.

Fran. So fair, and yet fo cunning, that's to be wondred at, Mother.

Enter Sir Oliver Muckhill, and Sir Andrew Tipftaffe.
Muck. Bless you, sweet Lady.
Tip. And you, fair Mistress.

[Exit Frailey: Wid. Coades, what do you mean, Gentlemen ? Fie, did I not give you your Answers ?

Muck. Sweet Lady ?

Wid. Well, I will not stick with you for a Kiss;
Daughter, kiss the Gentleman for once.

Fran. Yes Forsooth.
Tip. I'm proud of such a Favour.

Wid. Truly la, Sir Oliver, you're much too blame to come
again when you know my Mind fo well delivered
Widow could deliver a thing.

Muck. But I expe& a farther Comfort, Lady.

Wid. Why la you now, did I not defire you to put off your Suit quite and clean when you came to me again? how say you? did I not?

Muck. But the sincere Love which my Heart bears to you

Wid. Go to, I'll cut you off: and Sir Oliver to put you in Comfort, afar off, my Fortune is read me, I must marry again.

Muck. O blest Fortune !

Wid. But not as long as I can chuse; nay, I'll hold out well.

Enter Frailty.
Frail. O Madam, Madam.
Wid, How now? what's the hafte?

[In her Ear. Tip. Faith, Mistress Frances, I'll maintain you gallantly, I'll bring you to Couit, wean you among the fair Society of Ladies poor Kinswomen of mine in Cloth of Silver, befide you shall have your Monkey, your Parrot, your Mu? kat, and your Piss, Piss, Piss. Fran. It will do very well.


Wid. What, do's he mean to Conjure here then ? how shall I do to be rid of these Knights,

please you, Gentlemen, to walk a while i'th? Garden, to gather a Pink, or a Gilly-flower.

Both. With all our Hearts, Lady, and count us favour'd.

[Exeunt. Sir God. within.] Step in, Nicholas, look, is the Coast clear ?

Nicb. Oh, as clear as a Carter's Eye, Sir.
Sir God. Then enter Captain Conjurer ;

w now wonde how like you our Room, Sir ? Enter Sir Godfrey, Captain, Pye-boord, Edmond,

and Nicholas. Cap. O wonderful convenient.

Edm. I can tell you, Captain, simply though it lies here, 'tis the fairest Room in my Mother's House, as dain. ty a room to Conjure in, methinks,

why you may bid, I cannot tell how many Devils welcome in't ; my Fa. ther has had twenty in't at once !

Pye. What, Devils?
Edm. Devils, no Deputies, and the wealthiest Men he

could get.

Sir God. Nay, put by your Chats now, fall to your Business roundly, the Felcue of the Dial is upon the Chriscross of Noon ; but oh, hear me, Captain, a qualm comes o'er my Stomach.

Cap. Why, what's the Matter, Sir ?

Sir God. Oh, how if the Devil fhould prove a Knave and tear the Hangings.

Cap. Fuh, I warrant you, Sir Godfrey.
Edm. Ay, Nunkle, or spit Fire upo'th' Sealing.

Sir God. Very true too, for 'tis but thin Plailtered, and 'twill quickly take hold a the Laths; and if he chance to spit downward too, he will burn all the Boards.

Cap. My Life for yours, Sir Godfrey.

Sir God. My Sister is very curious and dainty o'er this Room, I can tell you, and therefore if he must needs fpit, I pray desire him to spit i'th' Chimney.

Pye. Why, assure you, Sir Godfrey, he shall not be brought up with so little Manners, to spit and spawl a'th floor.


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