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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 sure to keep him out there, we'll bar up the Door with some of the Godlies Zealous Works.

Edm. That will be a fine Device, Nuncle ; and because the ground shall be as holy as the Door, I'll tear two or three Rosaries in pieces, and strew the Pieces about the Chamber ; Oh! the Devil already. [Runs in. Thunders.

Pye. 'Sfoot, Captain, speak somewhat for shame; 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, 'HoisPolis.

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

Pye. Hark, hark, again Captain.
Cap. Benjamino, gaspois-kay-gosgothoteron-umbrois.

Sir God. Oh, I would the Devil would come away quickly, he has no Conscience to put a Man to such Pain.

Pye. Again.
Cap. Flowste kak opumpos-dragone-leloomenos-hodge podge.
Pye. Well said, Captain.

Sir God. So long a coming? O would I had ne'er begun't now, for I fear me these roaring Tempests will destroy all the Fruits of the Earth, and tread upon my Corn

oh, i'th' Country. Cap. Gog de gog, hobgoblin, huncks, hounslow, hockley te coome park.

Wid. O Brother, Brother, what a Tempest's i'th' Garden, sure there's some Conjuration abroad.

Sir God. 'Tis at home, Sister.
Pye. By and by I'll step in, Captain.
Cap. Nunck Nunck Rip-Gascoines, 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'st thou with me?

Sir God. O, the Devil, Sister, i'th' Dining. Chamber ; fing, Sister, I warrant you that will keep him out ; quickly, quickly.

[Goes in. Pýe. Só, so, fo ; I'll release thee; enough Captain, enough ; allow us some time to laugh a little, they're fhud

dering and shaking 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 expe&ation fatisfied well, you were much beholding to

Thunder and Lightning at this time, it grac'd you well, j I can tell you.

Cap. I must needs say fo, George, Sirrah if we could ha’ convey'd hither cleanly a Cracker, or a Fire-wheel, t'ad been admirable.

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

Cap. Pain? I protest, George, my Heels are sorer than a Whison Morris-dancer's. Pye. All's past now,

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

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

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

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

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 drops
Your Chain i'th' Garden.

Sir God. I'th Garden ! in our Garden?
Cap. Your Garden.
Sịp God. O sweet Conjurer! whereabouts there?
Cap. Look well about a Bank of Rosemary.


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Sir God. Sister, the Rosemary-bank, come, come; there's my Chain, he says. Wid. Oh, happiness ! run, run, [Supposeth to go Edm. Captain Conjurer ?

[Edm. at key-hole. Cap. Who? Master Edmond ?

Edm. Ay, Master Edmond ; may I come in safely without Danger, think you ?

Cap. Puh, 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 sticks to my Belly already ; what a steam the Rogue has left behind him? Foh, this room must be air'd, Gentlemen, it smells horribly of Brimstone, the Windows,

Pye. Faith, Master Edmond, 'tis but

Édm. I would you could make me believe that, i'faith, who do you think I cannot smell his Savour, from another; yet I take it kindly from you, because 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 see

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

Pye. Captain, to entertain a little sport till they come ; make him believe, you'll charm him invisible, he's apt to admire any thing, you see, let me alone to give force to't.

Cap. Go, retire to yonder end then,
Edm. I protest you are a rare, Fellow, are you not?

Cap. O Master Edmond, you know but the least part of me yet ; why now at this Instant I could flourish my Wand thrice o'er your Head, and charm you

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

Cap. Nay, I should hardly deny you such a small kindness, Master Edmond Plus, why, look you, Sir, 'tis no more but this, and thus agen, and now y'are invisible. Edm. Am I faith? who would think it ?



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Cap. You see 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 so, I'll try that i'faith [Justles him.
Pye. Hoe now Captain ? who's that justled me
Cap. Justled you? I saw no body.
Edm. Ha, ha, ha,

say 'twas a Spirit.
Cap. Shall I :

may be some Spirit that haunt the Circle. Pye. O my Nose, agen, pray conjure then, Captain,

[Pulls him by the Nose. Edm. Troth this is exlent, I may do any Knavery now and never be seen, --- and now I remember me, Sir Godfrey my Uncle abus'd me t'other day, and told Tales of me to

Troth now I'm invisible, I'll hit him
a round whirrit a'th'ear, when he comes out a'th'garden, --
I may be reveng'd on him now finely.
Enter Sir Godfrey, Widow, Frances, Nicholas

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

[Edmond strikes him.
O sweet 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 strike your Uncle, Son ?
Edm. Why, Captain, am I not invisible?

Cap. A good jest, George, not now you are not, Sir,
Why did not you see me, when I did uncharm you?

Edm. Not í, by my troth, Captain ;
Then pray you pardon me, Uncle,
I thought I'd been invisible when I struck you.

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

Edm. Corre&ion, push no, neither you nor my
Mother, shall think to whip me as you have done.

Sir God. Captain, my joy is such, I know not how to thank you, let me embrace you, O my sweet Chain, glad. ness e'en makes me giddy, rare Man ; 'twas just i'th' Rosemary-bank, as if one should ha laid it there, - cunning, cunning!


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Wid. Well, seeing my Fortune tells me I must 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, beside all the World knows that a worthy Captain is a fit Companion to any Lord, then why not a sweet Bed-fellow for any Lady,

I'll have it so

Enter Frailty. Frail. O Mistress, 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, sleepy Potion, and we shall haver 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 must I close secretly with the Soldier, prevent his impatience, or else all's discovered.

Wid. Q lamentable seeing, these were those Brothers, that fought and bled before our door,

Sir God. What, they were not, Sister?
Skir. George, look to't, I'll peach at Tiburn elfe.

- Gentles all, vouchsafe me Audience, and you especially, Master Sheriff : Yon Man is bound to Execution, Because he wounded this that now lyes cofin'd. Sher. True, true, he shall have the Law,

and I know the Law,

Pye. But under Favour, Master Sheriff, if this Man had been cur’d and safe 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 should die, if within a little Season I do not cure him to his proper Health again,


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