Sir God. Why I thank you, good Captain, pray have a care I, fall to your Circle, we'll not trouble you I warrant you, come, we'll into the next room, and because we'll be fure to keep him out there, we'll bar up the Door with fome of the Godlies Zealous Works.

Edm. That will be a fine Device, Nuncle; and because the ground fhall be as holy as the Door, I'll tear two or three Rofaries in pieces, and ftrew the Pieces about the Chamber; Oh! the Devil already. [Runs in. Thunders. Pye. 'Sfoot, Captain, speak fomewhat for fhame; it Lightens and Thunders before thou wilt begin, why when? Cap. Pray Peace, George, thou'lt make me laugh anon, and spoil all.

Pye. Oh, now it begins again; now, now, now! Captain. Cap. Rhumbos-ragdayon, pur, pur, colucundrion, Hois

Polis.

Sir God. through the Key-hole, within.] Öh admirable Conjurer! has fetcht Thunder already.

Pye. Hark, hark, again Captain.

Cap. Benjamino, gafpois-kay-gofgothoteron-umbrois.

Sir God. Oh, I would the Devil would come away quickly, he has no Confcience to put a Man to fuch Pain. Pye. Again.

Cap. Flowfte kak opumpos-dragone-leloomenos-hodge podge. Pye. Well faid, Captain.

Sir God. So long a coming? O would I had ne'er begun't now, for I fear me thefe roaring Tempefts will detroy all the Fruits of the Earth, and tread upon my Corn oh, i'th' Country.

Cap. Gog de gog, hobgoblin, huncks, hounflow, hockley te coome park

Wid. O Brother, Brother, what a Tempeft's i'th' Garden, fure there's fome Conjuration abroad.

Sir God. "Tis at home, Sifter.

Pye. By and by I'll step in, Captain.

Cap. Nunck Nunck Rip-Gafcoines, Ips, Drip-Dropite.
Sir God. He drips and drops, poor Man; alas, alas.
Pye. Now, I come.

Cap. O Sulphure Sootface.

Pye. Arch-Conjurer, what would'ft thou with me?

Sir God. O, the Devil, Sifter, i'th' Dining-Chamber ; fing, Sifter, I warrant you that will keep him out; quickly, quickly. [Goes in. Pye. So, fo, fo; I'll release thee; enough Captain, enough; allow us fome time to laugh a little, they're fhuddering and fhaking by this time, as if an Earthquake were in their Kidneys.

Cap. Sirrah George, how was't, how was't? did I do't well enough?

Pye. Woult believe me, Captain, better than any Conjurer, for here was no harm in this; and yet their horrible expectation fatisfied well, you were much beholding to Thunder and Lightning at this time, it grac'd you well, I can tell you.

Cap. I muft needs fay fo, George, Sirrah if we could ha' convey'd hither cleanly a Cracker, or a Fire-wheel, tad been admirable.

Pye. Blurt, blurt, there's nothing remains to put thee to pain now, Captain.

Cap. Pain? I proteft, George, my Heels are forer than a Whison Morris-dancer's.

Pye. All's paft now,

only to reveal that the Chain's i'th' Garden, where, thou know'ft, it has lain these two Days.

Cap. But I fear, that Fox Nicholas has reveal'd it already.

Pye. Fear not, Captain, you must put to it th' venture now: Nay 'tis time, call upon 'em, take pity on 'em, for I believe fome of 'em are in a pitiful Cafe by this time. Cap. Sir Godfrey, Nicholas, Kinsman,

they're fast at it ftill; George, Sir Godfrey?

'sfoot

Sir God. Oh, is that the Devil's Voice? how comes he

to know my Name?

Cap. Fear not, Sir Godfrey, all's quieted.

Sir God. What, is he laid?

Cap. Laid; and has newly dropt

Your Chain i'th' Garden.

Sir God. I'th Garden! in our Garden?

Cap. Your Garden.

Sir God. O fweet Conjurer! whereabouts there?

Cap. Look well about a Bank of Rosemary.

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Sir

Sir God. Sifter, the Rosemary-bank, come, come; there's

my Chain, he fays.

Wid. Oh, happiness! run, run.

Edm. Captain Conjurer ?

Cap. Who? Mafter Edmond?

[Suppofeth to go. [Edm. at key-hole.

Edm. Ay, Mafter Edmond; may I come in fafely with

out Danger, think you ?

Cap. Pub, long ago, it is all as 'twas at first;

Fear nothing, pray come near,

how now, Man?

Edm. Oh! this Room's mightily hot i'faith; 'slid, my fhirt fticks to my Belly already; what a fteam the Rogue has left behind him? Foh, this room must be air'd, Gentlemen, it smells horribly of Brimftone,

the Windows.

let's open

Pye. Faith, Mafter Edmond, 'tis but your Conceit.

Edm. I would you could make me believe that, i'faith, who do you think I cannot fmell his Savour, from another; yet I take it kindly from you, becaufe you would not put me in a Fear, i'faith; a my Troth I fhall love you for this the longest Day of my Life.

Cap. Puh, 'tis nothing, Sir, love me when you fee

more.

Edm. Mafs, now remember, I'll look whether he has findged the Hangings, or no.

Pye. Captain, to entertain a little fport till they come ; make him believe, you'll charm him invifible, he's apt to admire any thing, you fee, let me alone to give force

to't.

Cap. Go, retire to yonder end then.

Edm. I proteft you are a rare, Fellow, are you not? Cap. O Mafter Edmond, you know but the leaft part of me yet; why now at this Inftant I could flourish my Wand thrice o'er your Head, and charm you invifible.

Edm. What you could not? make me walk invisible Man? I should laugh at that i'faith; troth I'll requite your Kindness; an you'll do't, good Captain Conjurer.

Cap. Nay, I fhould hardly deny you fuch a small kindnefs, Mafter Edmond Plus, why, look you, Sir, 'tis no more but this, and thus agen, and now y'are invifible.

Edm. Am I faith? who would think it ?

Cap.

Cap. You fee the Fortune-teller yonder at farther end o'th' Chamber, go toward him, do what you will with him, he shall ne'er find you.

Edm. Say you fo, I'll try that i'faith ---- [Fuftles him. Pye. Hoe now Captain? who's that juftled me?

Cap. Juftled you? I faw no body.

Edm. Ha, ha, ha,

Cap. Shall I?

the Circle.

fay 'twas a Spirit.

may be fome Spirit that haunt

Pye. O my Nofe, agen, pray conjure then, Captain,

[Pulls him by the Nofe. Edm. Troth this is exlent, I may do any Knavery now and never be feen, ----- and now I remember me, Sir Godfrey my Uncle abus'd me t'other day, and told Tales of me to my Mother -Troth now I'm invifible, I'll hit him a round whirrit a'th'ear, when he comes out a'th'garden, may be reveng❜d on him now finely.

I

Enter Sir Godfrey, Widow, Frances, Nicholas
with the Chain.

Sir God. I have my Chain again, my Chain's found

again.

[Edmond ftrikes him.

Ofweet Captain, O admirable Conjurer.

O, what mean you by that, Nephew?

Edm. Nephew? I hope you do not know me, Uncle ? Wid. Why did you ftrike your Uncle, Son?

Edm. Why, Captain, am I not invifible?

Cap. A good jeft, George, not now you are not, Sir, Why did not you fee me, when I did uncharm you? Edm. Not I, by my troth, Captain ;

Then pray you pardon me, Uncle,

I thought I'd been invifible when I ftruck you.

Sir God. So, you would do't? go, --- you're a foolish Boy, And were I hot o'ercome with greater Joy,

I'd make you taste Correction.

Edm. Correction, push

no, neither you nor my

Mother, fhall think to whip me as you have done.

Sir God. Captain, my joy is fuch, I know not how to thank you, let me embrace you, O my fweet Chain, gladnefs e'en makes me giddy, rare Man; 'twas juft i'th' Rofemary-bank, as if one fhould ha laid it there, -O cunning, cunning!

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Wid.

Wid. Well, feeing my Fortune tells me I muft marry; let me marry a Man of Wit, a Man of Parts, here's a worthy Captain, and 'tis a fine Title truly la to be a Captain's Wife, a Captain's Wife, it goes very finely, befide all the World knows that a worthy Captain is a fit Companion to any Lord, then why not a fweet Bed-fellow for any Lady, I'll have it fo

Enter Frailty.

Frail. O Miftrefs, Gentlemen, there's the bravest Sight coming along this way.

Wid. What brave Sight?

Frail. O, one going to burying, and another going to Hanging,

Wid. A rueful Sight.

Pye. 'Sfoot, Captain, I'll pawn my Life the Corporal's Coffin'd, and old Skirmish the Soldier going to Execution, and 'tis now about the time of his waking; hold out a litle longer, fleepy Potion, and we shall have exlent Admiration; for I'll take upon me the Cure of him.

Enter the Coffin of the Corporal, the Soldier bound, and led by Officers, the Sheriff there.

Frail. O here they come, here they come !

Pye. Now muft I clofe fecretly with the Soldier, prevent his impatience, or elfe all's discovered.

Wid. Q lamentable feeing, these were thofe Brothers, that fought and bled before our door.

Sir God. What, they were not, Sifter?

Skir. George, look to't, I'll peach at Tiburn elfe.

Pye. Mum

Gentles all, vouchfafe me Audience,

and you efpecially, Mafter Sheriff:

Yon Man is bound to Execution,

Because he wounded this that now lyes cofin'd.
Sher. True, true, he fhall have the Law,

I know the Law.

and

Pye. But under Favour, Mafter Sheriff, if this Man had been cur'd and fafe again, he should have been releas'd then?

Sher. Why, make you Question of that, Sir?

Pye. Then I release him freely, and will take upon me the Death that he fhould die, if within a little Seafon I do not cure him to his proper Health again,

Sher.