The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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The Puritan Widow.
¶Pye. I, I, that I will,---look Serjeants, here are Maps,
¶and pretty toyes, be doing in the mean time, I shall quick-
¶ly have told out the money, you know.
1365Put. Go, go, little villain, fetch thy chinck, I begin
¶to love thee, I'le be drunk to night in thy company.
¶Pye. This Gentleman I may well call a part
¶For he has sav'd me from three hungry Devils.
1370
Exit George.
¶things, but I could nere fancie them yet, me thinks they're
¶all the World's in one of them, but I could nere find the
1375Counter in the Poultry.
¶you know there's a company of bare fellows there.
¶much before. Sirrah Serjeant, and Yeoman, I should
1385out of door in 'em, oh we might have'em in a morning to
¶ground a whole day for 'em.
1390Five pound receiv'd, let's talk of that.
¶I have a trick worth all, you two shall bear him toth'Ta-
1395full of hazard: what will you say if I bring it to pass, that
¶Put. Why I would call thee King of Serjeants, and
1400ever.
¶Ra. Well, put it to me, we'll make a Night on't ifaith.
¶so long.
¶Put. He tarries long indeed, may be, I can tell you,
1405upon the good liking on't the Gentleman may prove
¶more bountifull.
¶him light enough.
1410
Enter the Gentleman.
¶Ra. Oh here comes the Gentleman, by your leave, Sir.
¶to stay for a friend of ours, that went in with your wor-
1415ship.
¶Gen. Who? not the Schollar?
1420Rav. How, Sir?
¶Gen. I paid him his money, and my man told me he
¶went out at back-door.
¶Put. Back-door?
¶Gen. Why, what's the matter?
¶Gen. What he was not? you the Sheriff's Officers---
¶you were too blame then,
¶Why did you not make known to me as much;
¶I could have kept him for you, I protest,
1430He receiv'd all of me in Britain Gold,
¶Of the last coyning.
¶Ra Vengeance dog him with't.
1435Put. Sup Simon, now, eat Porridge for a month.
¶Well, we cannot impute it to any lack of good will in
¶your Worship,--you did but as another would have
¶done, 'twas our hard fortunes to miss the purchase, but
¶if e'er we clutch him again, the Counter shall charm him.
¶Gent. So,
¶Vex out your Lungs without doors, I am proud,
¶It was my hap to help him, it fell fit,
1445He went not empty neither for his wit:
¶Alas poor wretch, I could not blame his brain,
¶To labour his delivery, to be free,
¶From their unpittying fangs,--I'me glad it stood,
¶Within my power to do a Scholar good.
Exit.
1450
Enter in the Prison, meeting George and Captain,
¶
George coming in muffled.
¶Cap. How now, who's that? what are you?
1455thou in half-fac'd, muffled so?
¶agen, never spent frolick hour agen.
¶Cap. Why? why?
¶Pye. I coming to prepare thee, and with news
1460As happy as thy quick delivery,
¶think I'de upon me?
¶Three at once, three at once.
¶Our eyes in laughter: Captain, my device
¶Leans to thy happiness, for ere the day
¶What rests, is all in thee, to Conjure, Captain?
1480conjuring I can conjure.
¶Pye. The Devil of conjuring? nay by my fay, I'de not
¶have thee do so much, Captain, as the Devil a conjuring:
¶look here, I ha brought thee a Circle ready charactered
¶and all.
¶thou ever hear of a Captain conjure in thy life? dost call't
¶a Circle? 'tis too wide a thing, me thinks; had it been
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