The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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485you already.
¶Cap. I, that's the hell on't, I would he would offer it
¶wisely.
¶Cap.I have took note of thy fleers a good while, if
490thou art minded to do me good? as thou gap'st upon me
¶comfortably, and giv'st me charitable faces; which indeed
¶Cap. I know it to be worth three hundred Crowns,
¶and with the half of that, I can buy my life at a Bro-
¶kers, at second hand, which now lies in pawn to the
¶Law, if this thou refuse to do, being
easie and nothing
500dangerous, in that thou art held in good opinion of thy
¶life at no price, and these thy broken and unjoynted
¶offers, are but only created in thy lip, now born, and
¶nere be said, that Nicholas Saint Tantlings committed
¶Bird-lime!
¶Cap. Nay, I told you as much, did I not? though he
510be a Puritan, yet he will be a true man.
¶not steal.
¶and help him in extremities.
515Nic. Mass I think it be indeed; in what Chapter's
¶that, Cousin?
520Cap. No, I know twas torn out of thy Book, and that
¶makes so little in thy heart.
¶man ifaith; the Captain loving you so dearly, I, like the
¶Pomwater of his eye, & you to be so uncomfortable, fie, fie.
¶that I can do; had it been to rob, I would ha don't, but I
530why wilt thou Nim it from him?
¶Nic. That I will.
¶Pye. Why enough, Bully; he will be content with that,
¶or he shall ha none; let me alone with him now, Cap-
¶tain, I ha dealt with your Kinsman in a corner; a good,
535--kind-natur'd fellow, me thinks: go to, you shall not
¶the Chain from him, but to do you a pleasure, he will nim
¶it from him.
¶I must be contented with that.
¶Cor. Here's no notable gullery?
545we'll have only but a help and a mirth on't, the Knight
¶the way some one or two dayes.
¶Pye. For I have a farder reach, to profit us better, by
¶the Chain, do but convey it out at a back-door into the
555know how to wind Captain Idle out of prison, the Knight
¶thanks on both hands.
¶Nic. That were rare indeed la, pray let me know how.
¶Nic. An Actor? O no, that's a Player? and our Par-
¶they brought him drunk upo'th'Stage once,--as he will be
565horribly drunk.
¶Pye. Why as an Intermedler then?
¶Nic. I, that, that.
¶Pye. Give me audience then; when the old Knight thy
570Master has rag'd his fill for the loss of the Chain, tell him
¶the Devil himself is French Lackey to him, and runs
¶bare-headed by his horse-----belly (when he has
575ty to fetch his Chain, though 'twere hid under a mine
¶of Sea-coal, and ne're make Spade or Pick-axe his
¶Kinsman indeed.
580Cor. A dainty Bully.
¶and hang it in the Rosemary banck, but I bear that mind,
585Cousin, I would not Steal any thing, me thinks, for mine
¶own Father.
¶Skir. He bears a good mind in that, Captain.
¶Cor. In troth he does.
Exit Nicholas.
¶quite it..
¶Cap. I, is not that a fine fool, Corporal?
¶But George, thou talk'st of Art and Conjuring,
¶How shall that be?
¶Pyb. Puh, be't not in your care,
600Leave that to me and my directions;
¶Well, Captain, doubt not thy delivery now,
¶E'en with the vantage, man, to gain by Prison,
¶As my thoughts prompt me: hold on brain and plot,
¶I aim at many cunning far events,
605All which I doubt not to hit at length,
¶Captain be merry.
¶Cap. Who I? Kerry merry Buffe-Jerkin.
610knit strong in another, --Corporal Oath.
¶Cor. Hoh Bully!
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