1490Pye. Why every fool knowes that Captain: nay then

1491I'le not cog with you, Captain, if you'll stay and hang

1492the next Sessions you may.

1493Cap. No, by my faith, George, come, come, let's to

1494conjuring.

1495Pye. But if you look to be released, as my wits have

1496took pain to work it, and all means wrought to farther it,

1497besides to put Crowns in your purse, to make you a man

1498of better hopes, and whereas before you were a Captain

1499or poor Souldier, to make you now a Commander of rich

1500fooles, (which is truly the onely best purchase peace can

1501allow you) safer then High-wayes, Heath, or Cony-groves,

1502and yet a far better booty; for your greatest thieves are

1503never hang'd, never hang'd; for why? they're wise, and

1504cheat within doores; and we geld fooles of more money

1505in one night, then your false-tail'd Gelding will purchase

1506in a twelve-moneths running, which confirmes the old

1507Bedlams saying, he's wisest, that keeps himself warmest,

1508that is, he that robs by a good fire.

1509Capt. Well opened ifaith, George, thou hast pull'd

1510that saying out of the husk.

1511Pye. Captain Idle, 'Tis no time now to delude or de-

1512lay, the old Knight will be here suddenly, I'le perfect

1513you, direct you, tell you the trick on't: 'tis nothing.

1514Capt. 'Sfoot, George, I know not what to say to't,

1515conjure? I shall be hang'd ere I conjure.

1516Pye. Nay, tell not me of that, Captain, you'll ne're

1517conjure after you're hang'd, I warrant you, look you, sir,

1518a parlous matter, sure, first to spread your circle upon the

1519ground, then with a little conjuring ceremony, as I'le

1520have an Hackney-mans wand silver'd o're a purpose for

1521you, then arriving in the circle, with a huge word, and a

1522great trample, as for instance: have you never seen a stal-

1523king, stamping Player, that will raise a tempest with his

1524tongue, and thunder with his heeles?

1525Cap. O yes, yes, yes; often, often.

1526Pye. Why be like such a one? for any thing will blear

1527the old Knights eyes: for you must note, that he'll ne're

1528dare to venture into the room, onely perhaps peep fear-

1529fully through the Key-hole, to see how the Play goes for-

1530ward.

1531Capt. Well, I may go about it when I will, but mark

1532the end on't, I shall but shame my self ifaith, George,

1533speak big words, and stamp and stare, and he look in at

1534Key-hole, why the very thought of that would make me

1535laugh out-right, and spoile all: nay I'le tell thee, George,

1536when I apprehend a thing once, I am of such a laxative

1537laughter, that if the Devil himself stood by, I should

1538laugh in his face.

1539Pye. Puh, that's but the babe of a man, and may easi-

1540ly be husht, as to think upon some disaster, some sad mis-

1541fortune, as the death of thy Father ith' Countrey.

1542Cap. 'Sfoot, that would be the more to drive me into

1543such an extasie, that I should ne.re lin laughing.

1544Pye. Why then think upon going to hanging else.

1545Cap. Masse that's well remembred, now I'le doe well,

1546I warrant thee, ne're fear me now: but how shall I doe,

1547George, for boysterous words, and horrible names?

1548Pye. Puh, any fustian invocations, Captain, will serve

1549as well as the best, so you rant them out well, or you may

1550go to a Pothecaries shop, and take all the words from the

1551Boxes.

1552Cap. Troth, and you say true, George, there's strange

1553words enow to raise a hundred Quack-salvers, though

1554they be ne're so poor when they begin? but here lies the

1555fear on't, how in this false conjuration, a true Devil

1556should pop up indeed.

1557Pye. A true Devil, Captain? why there was ne're such

1558a one, nay faith he that has this place, is as false a Knave

1559as our last Church-warden.

1560Cap. Then h'as false enough a conscience ifaith, George.

1562Cry prisoners. Good Gentlemen over the way, send

1563your relief:

1564Good Gentlemen over the way,---Good sir Godfrey?

1565Pye. He's come, he's come.

1566Nich. Master, that's my Kinsman yonder in the Buff-

1567Jerkin---Kinsman, that's my Master yonder ith' Taffa-

1568ty Hat---pray salute him intirely?

1570Sir God. Now my friend.

1571Pye. May I partake your name, sir?

1572Edm. My name is Master Edmond.

1573Pye. Master Edmond,---are you not a Welsh-man, sir?

1574Edm. A Welsh-man? why?

1575Pye. Because Master is your Christen name, and Ed-

1576mond your sir-name.

1577Edm. O no: I have more names at home, Master

1578Edmond Plus is my full name at length.

1580Cap. I understand that you are my Kinsmans good

1581Master, and in regard of that, the best of my skill is at

1582your service: but had you fortun'd a meer stranger, and

1583made no meanes to me by acquaintance, I should have

1584utterly denyed to have been the man; both by reason of

1585the Act of Parliament against Conjurers and Witches,

1586as also, because I would not have my Art vulgar, trite,

1587and common.

1588Sir God. I much commend your care there, good

1589Captain Conjurer, and that I will be sure to have it pri-

1590vate enough, you shall do't in my Sisters house,---mine

1591own house I may call it, for both our charges therein are

1592proportion'd.

1593Capt. Very good, sir,---what may I call your losse, sir?

1594Sir God. O you may call't a great losse, a grievous

1595losse, sir, as goodly a Chain of Gold, though I say it, that

1596wore it: how sayest thou, Nicholas?

1597Nich. O 'twas as delicious a Chain a Gold, Kinsman

1598you know,---

1599Sir God. You know? did you know't, Captain?

1600Cap. Trust a fool with secrets?---Sir he may say I

1601know: his meaning is, because my Art is such, that by it

1602I may gather a knowledge of all things.---

1603Sir God. I very true.

1604Capt. A pax of all fooles---the excuse stuck upon my

1605tongue like Ship-pitch uoon a Mariners Gown, not to

1606come off in haste---ber-lady, Knight, to lose such a fair

1607Chain a Gold, were a foule losse: Well, I can put you in

1608this good comfort on't, if it be between heaven and earth,

1609Knight, I'le ha't for you?

1610Sir God. A wonderfull Conjurer,---O I, 'tis between

1611heaven and earth I warrant you, it cannot go out of the

1612Realm,---I know 'tis somewhere about the earth.

1613Cap. I, nigher the earth then thou wot'st on.

1614Sir God. For first my Chain was rich, and no rich

1615thing shall enter into heaven, you know.

1616Nich. And as for the Devil, Master, he has no need

1617on't, for you know he has a great Chain of his own.