1750Pen. But I hope you will not serve a Knight so, Gen-

1751tlewoman, will you? to casheer him, and cast him off

1752at your pleasure; what doe you think I was dubb'd for

1753nothing, no by my faith Ladies daughter.

1754Moll. Pray Sir John Penny-Dub, let it be defer'd a-

1755while, I have a heart to marry as you can have; but as

1756the Fortune-teller told me.

1757Penny. Pax-oth' Fortune-teller, would Derrick had

1758been his fortune seven yeare ago, to crosse my love thus:

1759did he know what case I was in? why this is able to make

1760a man drown himself in's Father's Fish-pond.

1761Moll. And then he told me moreover, Sir John, that

1762the breach of it, kept my Father in Purgatory.

1763Penny. In Purgatory? why let him purge out his heart

1764there, what have we to doe with that? there's Physicians

1765enow there to cast his water, is that any matter to us?

1766how can he hinder our love? why let him be hang'd now

1767he's dead?---Well, have I rid post day and night, to

1768bring you merry newes of my Fathers death, and now---

1769Moll. Thy Fathers death? is the old Farmer dead?

1770Penny. As dead as his Barn door, Moll.

1771Moll. And you'll keep your word with me now, sir

1772John, that I shall have my Coach and my Coach-man?

1773Penny. I faith.

1774Moll. And two white Horses with black Feathers to

1775draw it?

1776Penny. Too.

1777Moll. A guarded Lackey to run befor't, and py'd Li-

1778veries to come trashing after't.

1779Pen. Thou shalt Moll.

1780Mol. And to let me have money in my purse to go whe-

1781ther I will.

1782Pen. All this.

1783Moll. Then come, whatsoe're come's on't, we'll be

1787Wid. How now? where's my Brother Sir Godfrey?

1788went he forth this morning?

1789Frail. O no Madam, he's above at break-fast, with

1790sir reverence a Conjurer.

1791Wid. A Conjurer? what manner of fellow is he?

1792Frail. Oh, a wondrous rare fellow, Mistresse, very

1793strongly made upward, for he goes in a Buff-Jerkin: he

1794sayes he will fetch Sir Godfrey's Chain agen, if it hang

1795between heaven and earth.

1796Wid. What he will not? then he's an exlent fellow I

1797warrant: how happy were that woman to be blest with

1798such a Husband, a man cunning? how do's he look, Frail-

1799ty? very swartly I warrant, with black beard, scorcht

1800cheeks, and smoaky eye-browes.

1801Frail. Fooh--he's neither smoak-dryed, nor scorcht,

1802nor black, nor nothing, I tell you, Madam, he looks as

1803fair to see to, as one of us; I do think but if you saw him

1804once, you'de take him to be a Christian.

1805Franck. So fair, and yet so cunning, that's to be won-

1806dred at, mother.

1809Muck. Blesse you, sweet Lady.

1811Wid. Coades, what do you mean, Gentlemen? fie,

1812did I not give you your answers?

1813Muck. Sweet Lady?

1814Wid. Well, I will not stick with you for a kisse:

1815Daughter, kisse the Gentleman for once.

1816Franck. Yes forsooth.

1817Tip. I'me proud of such a favour.

1818Wid. Truly la, sir Oliver, y'are much to blame to

1819come agen when you know my mind, so well deliver'd---

1820as a Widow could deliver a thing.

1821Muck. But I exspect a farther comfort, Lady.

1822Wid. Why la you now, did I not desire you to put off

1823your suit quite and clean when you came to me again?

1824how say you? did I not?

1825Muck. But the sincere love which my heart beares to

1826you----

1827Wid. Go to, I'le cut you off; and Sir Oliver to put

1828you in comfort, afar off, my fortune is read me, I must

1829marry again.

1830Muck. O blest fortune!

1831Wid. But not as long as I can choose; nay, I'le hold

1832out well.

1834Frail. O Madam, Madam.

1836Tipst. Faith, Mistresse Frances, I'le maintain you gal-

1837lantly, I'le bring you to Court, wean you among the fair

1838society of Ladies poor Kinswomen of mine in cloth of

1839Silver, beside you shall have your Moncky, your Parrat,

1840your Muskat, and your Pisse, Pisse, Pisse.

1841Franck. It will doe very well.

1842Wid. What, do's he mean to Conjure here then? how

1843shall I do to be rid of these Knights,--please you Gen-

1844tlemen to walk a while ith' Garden, to gather a pinck, or

1845a Jillly-flower.

1846Both. With all our hearts, Lady, and count us fa-

1848Sir God. within. Step in Nicholas, look, is the coast

1849clear?

1850Nich. Oh, as clear as a Carter's eye, sir.

1851Sir God. Then enter Captain Conjurer:---now---

1852how like you our Room, sir?

1855Cap. O wonderfull convenient.

1856Edm. I can tell you, Captain, simply though it lies

1857here, tis the fairest Room in my Mothers house, as dainty

1858a Room to Conjure in, me thinks,---why you may bid,

1859I cannot tell how many Devils welcome in't; my Father

1860has had twenty in't at once!

1861Pye. What Devils?

1862Edm. Devils, no Deputies, and the wealthiest men he

1863could get.

1864Sir God. Nay put by your chats now, fall to your bu-

1865sinesse roundly, the Fescue of the Diall is upon the Chris-

1866crosse of Noon: but oh, hear me, Captain, a qualme

1867comes o're my stomack.

1868Cap. Why, what's the matter, sir?

1869Sir God. Oh, how if the Devil should prove a knave,

1870and tear the hangings.