The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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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
1490Pye. Why every fool knowes that Captain: nay then
¶I'le not cog with you, Captain, if you'll stay and hang
¶Cap. No, by my faith, George, come, come, let's to
¶conjuring.
¶took pain to work it, and all means wrought to farther it,
¶of better hopes, and whereas before you were a Captain
¶or poor Souldier, to make you now a Commander of rich
¶allow you) safer then High-wayes, Heath, or Cony-groves,
¶and yet a far better booty; for your greatest thieves are
¶never hang'd, never hang'd; for why? they're wise, and
¶cheat within doores; and we geld fooles of more money
¶in a twelve-moneths running, which confirmes the old
¶that is, he that robs by a good fire.
¶Pye. Captain Idle, 'Tis no time now to delude or de-
¶lay, the old Knight will be here suddenly, I'le perfect
¶you, direct you, tell you the trick on't: 'tis nothing.
1515conjure? I shall be hang'd ere I conjure.
¶Pye. Nay, tell not me of that, Captain, you'll ne're
¶conjure after you're hang'd, I warrant you, look you, sir,
¶ground, then with a little conjuring ceremony, as I'le
¶you, then arriving in the circle, with a huge word, and a
¶tongue, and thunder with his heeles?
1525Cap. O yes, yes, yes; often, often.
¶the old Knights eyes: for you must note, that he'll ne're
¶dare to venture into the room, onely perhaps peep fear-
¶fully through the Key-hole, to see how the Play goes for-
1530ward.
¶Capt. Well, I may go about it when I will, but mark
¶Key-hole, why the very thought of that would make me
1535laugh out-right, and spoile all: nay I'le tell thee, George,
¶when I apprehend a thing once, I am of such a laxative
¶laugh in his face.
¶fortune, as the death of thy Father ith' Countrey.
¶Cap. 'Sfoot, that would be the more to drive me into
¶I warrant thee, ne're fear me now: but how shall I doe,
¶George, for boysterous words, and horrible names?
1550go to a Pothecaries shop, and take all the words from the
¶Boxes.
¶they be ne're so poor when they begin? but here lies the
1555fear on't, how in this false conjuration, a true Devil
¶should pop up indeed.
¶a one, nay faith he that has this place, is as false a Knave
¶as our last Church-warden.
¶
The Cry at Marshalsea.
¶your relief:
¶Good Gentlemen over the way,---Good sir Godfrey?
1565Pye. He's come, he's come.
¶ty Hat---pray salute him intirely?
¶
They salute: and Pye-boord salutes Master Edmond.
1570Sir God. Now my friend.
¶mond your sir-name.
¶Edmond Plus is my full name at length.
¶made no meanes to me by acquaintance, I should have
¶utterly denyed to have been the man; both by reason of
1585the Act of Parliament against Conjurers and Witches,
¶and common.
¶Sir God. I much commend your care there, good
¶Captain Conjurer, and that I will be sure to have it pri-
¶own house I may call it, for both our charges therein are
¶proportion'd.
¶you know,---
¶Sir God. You know? did you know't, Captain?
¶I may gather a knowledge of all things.---
¶Sir God. I very true.
1605tongue like Ship-pitch uoon a Mariners Gown, not to
¶this good comfort on't, if it be between heaven and earth,
¶Knight, I'le ha't for you?
1610Sir God. A wonderfull Conjurer,---O I, 'tis between
¶heaven and earth I warrant you, it cannot go out of the
¶Realm,---I know 'tis somewhere about the earth.
1615thing shall enter into heaven, you know.
¶on't, for you know he has a great Chain of his own.
¶off that now, that lyes by him.
¶upon the power of my Art, that I could warrant your
¶Chain agen.
¶Sir Godf. O dainty Captain!
¶Sir Godf. I, good man, I warrant thee.
¶you have not been us'd to't.
1630Sir Godf. No? have you not been us'd to't, Captain?
¶much the more, you know.
¶Sir Godf. Oh it will, it will.
1635Cap. What plunges he puts me to? were not this
¶Knight a fool, I had been twice spoil'd now; that Cap-
¶sfoot I fear he will drivel't out before I come to't.--Now
1645Conjuring:
¶As thou shalt do the like at home for me:
¶Keeper.
¶
Enter Keeper.
1650Keep. Sir.
¶Sir Godf. Speak, is not this man free?
¶unexpected! oh there's nothing to a free Gentleman.--I
¶will Conjure for you, sir, 'till Froth come through my
¶Buffe-Jerkin.
¶Fourty five Angels shall appear unto thee.
¶sure of that, Sir?
1665Sir Godf. I, I, no, no; what's he yonder talking with
¶my wild Nephew, pray heaven he give him good counsel.
¶Cap. Who, he? he's a rare friend of mine, an admi-
¶rable fellow, Knight, the finest Fortune-teller.
¶Sir Godf. Oh! 'tis he indeed, that came to my Lady
¶By your leave, Mr. Fortune-teller, I had a glimps of you
¶at home, at my Sisters the Widows, there you prophe-
1675I was he that lost it.
¶ture.
¶Sir Godf. There's a Fortune indeed.
¶that foolishly, which the father got craftily; I, I, I;
¶'twill, 'twill, 'twill.
¶Pye. June, July; here, July, thats the month, Sunday
¶thirteen, yesterday fourteen, to day fifteen.
¶Cap. Look quickly for the fifteen day,--if within the
¶Pye. Here's the fifteen day,--Hot and fair.
¶Cap. Puh, would t'ad been, Hot and foul.
¶Cap. No luck.
¶Pye. But about high-noon, Lightning and thunder.
1705I'le Conjure to morrow just at high-noon, George.
¶Pye. Happen but true to morrow, Almanack, and I'le
¶give the leave to lye all the year after.
1710a Spirit into Lancashire tother day, to fetch back a knave
¶Drover, and I look for his return this evening--to mor-
¶row morning, my friend here, and I will come and break-
¶fast with you.
¶jure.
¶Sir Godf. Mid-noon will be a fit time for you.
¶Edm. Conjuring? do you mean to Conjure at our
¶house, to morrow, Sir?
¶man.
¶Edm. By my troth, I'le love you while I live for't: ô
¶rare! Nicholas, we shall have Conjuring to morrow.
¶Nic. Puh I, I could ha told you of that.
1725Cap. Law, he could ha told him of that, fool, coxcomb,
¶could ye?
¶you can Conjure; but can you fetch any that is lost?
¶Conjurer; I should marry a Pothecaries Daughter, and
¶ford: now if you'll do but so much as Conjure for't, and
1735make all whole agen---
¶Cap. That I will, Sir.
¶Edm. By my troth I thank you, la.
1740Captain, and you, sir; we'll e'en part with a gallon of
¶wine 'till to morrow break-fast.
¶Pye. Why now thou art a good Knave, worth a hun-
1745dred Brownists.
¶Nic. Am I indeed, la: I thank you heartily, la.
¶
Exeunt.
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Actus Quartus.
