Pen.

But I hope you will not serve a Knight so, Gentlewoman, will you? to casheer him, and cast him off at your pleasure; what doe you think I was dubb'd for nothing, no by my faith Ladies daughter.

Moll.

Pray Sir John Penny-Dub, let it be defer'd awhile, I have a heart to marry as you can have; but as the Fortune-teller told me.

Penny.

Pax-oth' Fortune-teller, would Derrick had been his fortune seven yeare ago, to crosse my love thus: did he know what case I was in? why this is able to make a man drown himself in's Father's Fish-pond.

Moll.

And then he told me moreover, Sir John, that the breach of it, kept my Father in Purgatory.

Penny.

In Purgatory? why let him purge out his heart there, what have we to doe with that? there's Physicians enow there to cast his water, is that any matter to us? how can he hinder our love? why let him be hang'd now he's dead?—Well, have I rid post day and night, to bring you merry newes of my Fathers death, and now—

Moll.

Thy Fathers death? is the old Farmer dead?

Penny.

As dead as his Barn door, Moll.

Moll.

And you'll keep your word with me now, sir John, that I shall have my Coach and my Coach-man?

Penny.

I faith.

Moll.

And two white Horses with black Feathers to draw it?

Penny.

Too.

Moll.

A guarded Lackey to run befor't, and py'd Liveries to come trashing after't.

Pen.

Thou shalt Moll.

Mol.

And to let me have money in my purse to go whether I will.

Pen.

All this.

Moll.

Then come, whatsoe're come's on't, we'll be made sure together before the Maids oth' Kitchin.

Wid.

How now? where's my Brother Sir Godfrey? went he forth this morning?

Frail.

O no Madam, he's above at break-fast, with sir reverence a Conjurer.

Wid.

A Conjurer? what manner of fellow is he?

Frail.

Oh, a wondrous rare fellow, Mistresse, very strongly made upward, for he goes in a Buff-Jerkin: he sayes he will fetch Sir Godfrey's Chain agen, if it hang between heaven and earth.

Wid.

What he will not? then he's an exlent fellow I warrant: how happy were that woman to be blest with such a Husband, a man cunning? how do's he look, Frailty? very swartly I warrant, with black beard, scorcht cheeks, and smoaky eye-browes.

Frail.

Fooh—he's neither smoak-dryed, nor scorcht, nor black, nor nothing, I tell you, Madam, he looks as fair to see to, as one of us; I do think but if you saw him once, you'de take him to be a Christian.

Franck.

So fair, and yet so cunning, that's to be wondred at, mother.

Muck.

Blesse you, sweet Lady.

Tip.

And you, fair Mistresse.

Wid.

Coades, what do you mean, Gentlemen? fie, did I not give you your answers?

Muck.

Sweet Lady?

Wid.

Well, I will not stick with you for a kisse: Daughter, kisse the Gentleman for once.

Franck.

Yes forsooth.

Tip.

I'me proud of such a favour.

Wid.

Truly la, sir Oliver, y'are much to blame to come agen when you know my mind, so well deliver'd— as a Widow could deliver a thing.

Muck.

But I exspect a farther comfort, Lady.

Wid.

Why la you now, did I not desire you to put off your suit quite and clean when you came to me again? how say you? did I not?

Muck.

But the sincere love which my heart beares to you—

Wid.

Go to, I'le cut you off; and Sir Oliver to put you in comfort, afar off, my fortune is read me, I must marry again.

Muck.

O blest fortune!

Wid.

But not as long as I can choose; nay, I'le hold out well.

Frail.

O Madam, Madam.

Wid.

How now? what's the haste?

Tipst.

Faith, Mistresse Frances, I'le maintain you gallantly, I'le bring you to Court, wean you among the fair society of Ladies poor Kinswomen of mine in cloth of Silver, beside you shall have your Moncky, your Parrat, your Muskat, and your Pisse, Pisse, Pisse.

Franck.

It will doe very well.

Wid.

What, do's he mean to Conjure here then? how shall I do to be rid of these Knights,—please you Gentlemen to walk a while ith' Garden, to gather a pinck, or a Jillly-flower.

Both.

With all our hearts, Lady, and count us favour'd.

Sir God. within.

Step in Nicholas, look, is the coast clear?

Nich.

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

Sir God.

Then enter Captain Conjurer:—now— how like you our Room, sir?

Cap.

O wonderfull convenient.

Edm.

I can tell you, Captain, simply though it lies here, tis the fairest Room in my Mothers house, as dainty a Room to Conjure in, me thinks,—why you may bid, I cannot tell how many Devils welcome in't; my Father has had twenty in't at once!

Pye.

What Devils?

Edm.

Devils, no Deputies, and the wealthiest men he could get.

Sir God.

Nay put by your chats now, fall to your businesse roundly, the Fescue of the Diall is upon the Chriscrosse of Noon: but oh, hear me, Captain, a qualme comes o're my stomack.

Cap.

Why, what's the matter, sir?

Sir God.

Oh, how if the Devil should prove a knave, and tear the hangings.

Cap.

Fuh, I warrant you, Sir Godfrey.

Edm.

I, Nuncle, or spit fire upo'th'sealing.

Sir Godf.

Very true too, for 'tis but thin plaistered, and 'twill quickly take hold a the laths: and if he chance to spit downward too, he will burn all the boards.

Cap.

My life for yours, Sir Godfrey.

Sir Godf.

My sister is very curious and dainty ore this room I can tell you, and therefore if he must needs spit, I pray desire him to spit i'th' Chimney.

Pye.

Why, assure you, sir Godfrey, he shall not be brought up with so little manners, to spit and spawl a'th'floor.

Sir Godf.

Why I thank you, good Captain, pray have a care I,—fall to your Circle, we'll not trouble you I warrant you, come, we'll into the next room, and because we'll be sure to keep him out there, we'll bar up the door with some of the Godlies Zealous works.

Edm.

That will be a fine device, Nuncle; and because the ground shall be as holy as the door, I'le tear two or three Rosaries in pieces, and strew the pieces about the Chamber: Oh! the Divil already.

Pye.

Sfoot, Captain, speak somewhat for shame: it lightens and thunders before thou wilt begin, why when?

Cap.

Pray peace, George,—thou'lt make me laugh anon, and spoil all.

Pye.

Oh, now it begins agen; now, now, now! Captain.

Cap.

Rhumbos-ragdayon, pur, pur, colucundrion Hois-Plois.

Sir Godf.

Oh admirable Conjurer! has fetcht Thunder already.

Pye.

Hark hark, agen Captain.

Cap.

Benjamino,-gaspois-kay-gosgothoteron-umbrois.

Sir Godf.

Oh, I would the Devil would come away quickly, he has no conscience to put a man to such pain.

Pye.

Agen.

Cap.

Flowste-kakopumpos-dragone-leloomenos-hodge-podge.

Pye.

Well said, Captain.

Sir Godf.

So long a coming? Oh would I had nere begun't now, for I fear me these roaring Tempests will destroy all the fruits of the earth, and tread upon my corn—oh, i'th' Countrey.

Cap.

Gog de gog, hobgoblin, huncks, hounslow, hockley te coome park.

Wid.

O brother, brother, what a Tempest's ith'Garden, sure there's some Conjuration abroad.

Sir Godf.

'Tis at home, sister.

Pye.

By and by I'le step in, Captain.

Cap.

Nunck-Nunck-Rip-Gascoines, Ips, Drip-Dropite.

Sir God.

He drips and drops, poor man: alas, alas.

Pye.

Now, I come.

Cap.

O Sulphure Sootface.

Pye.

Arch-Conjurer, what would'st thou with me?

Sir Godf.

O, the Devil, sister, i'th' dining-Chamber: sing sister, I warrant you that will keep him out; quickly, quickly, quickly.

Pye.

So, so, so; I'le release thee: enough Captain, enough: allow us some time to laugh a little, they're shuddering and shaking by this time, as if an Earthquake were in their kidneyes.

Cap.

Sirrah George, how was't, how was't? did I do't well enough?

Pye.

Woult believe me, Captain, better then any Conjurer, for here was no harm in this; and yet their horrible expectation satisfied well, you were much beholding to Thunder and Lightning at this time, it grac'st you well, I can tell you.

Cap.

I must needs say so, George: sirrah if we could ha convey'd hither cleanly a cracker, or a fire-wheel, t'ad been admirable.

Pye.

Blurt, blurt, there's nothing remains to put thee to pain now, Captain.

Cap.

Pain? I protest, George, my heels are sorer then a Whison Morris-dancer's.

Pye.

All's past now,—onely to reveal that the Chain's i'th' Garden, where, thou know'st, it has lain these two dayes.

Ca.

But I fear, that fox Nicholas has reveal'd it already.

Pye.

Fear not, Captain, you must put it toth' venture now: Nay 'tis time, call upon 'em, take pitty on 'em, for I believe some of 'em are in a pittifull case by this time.

Cap.

Sir Godfrey, Nicholas, Kinsman,—sfoot they're fast at it still: George, Sir Godfrey?

Sir Godf.

Oh, is that the Devil's voice? how comes he to know my name?

Cap.

Fear not, Sir Godfrey, all's quieted.

Sir Godf.

What, is he laid?

Cap.

Laid: and has newly dropt Your chain i'th' Garden.

Sir Godf.

I'th' Garden! in our Garden?

Cap.

Your Garden.

Sir Godf.

O sweet Conjurer! whereabouts there?

Cap.

Look well about a banck of Rosemary.

Sir Godf.

Sister, the Rosemary-banck, come, come; there's my chain he sayes.

Wid.

Oh happiness! run, run.

Edm.

Captain Conjurer?

Cap.

Who? Master Edmond?

Edm.

I, Master Edmond; may I come in safely without danger, think you?

Cap.
Puh, long agoe, 'tis all as 'twas at first:
Fear nothing, pray come near,-how now, man?

Edm.

Oh! this room's mightily hot ifaith: slid, my shirt sticks to my Belly already: what a steam the Rogue has left behind him? foh, this room must be air'd, Gentlemen, it smells horribly of Brimstone,-let's open the windows.

Pye.

Faith, Master Edmond, 'tis but your conceit.

Edm.

I would you could make me believe that, ifaith, why do you think I cannot smell his savour, from another: yet I take it kindly from you, because you would not put me in a fear, ifaith: a my troth I shall love you for this the longest day of my life.

Cap.

Puh, 'tis nothing, Sir, love me when you see more.

Edm.

Mass, now I remember, I'le look whether he has singed the hangings, or no.

Pye.

Captain, to entertain a little sport till they come: make him believe, you'll charm him invisible, he's apt to admire any thing, you see, let me alone to give force to't.

Cap.

Go, retire to yonder end then.

Edm.

I protest you are a rare fellow, are you not?

Cap.

O Master Edmond, you know but the least part of me yet; why now at this instant I could but flourish my wand thrice ore your head, and charm you invisible.

Edm.

What you could not? make me walk invisible man? I should laugh at that ifaith; troth I'le require your kindness, an you'll do't, good Captain Conjurer.

Cap.

Nay, I should hardly deny you such a small kindness, Master Edmond Plus, why, look you, sir, 'tis no more but this, and thus agen, and now y'are invisible.

Edm.

Am I faith? who would think it?

Capt.

You see the Fortune-teller yonder at farder end

a'th'chamber, go toward him, do what you will with him, he shall nere find you.

Edm.

Say you so, I'le try that ifaith,—

Pye.

Hoe now, Captain? whose that justled me?

Cap.

Justled you? I saw no body.

Edm.

Ha, ha, ha,—say 'twas a spirit.

Cap.

Shall I?—may be some spirit that haunt the circle.

Pye.

O my nose, agen, pray conjure then Captain.

Edm.

Troth this is exlent, I may do any knavery now and never be seen,—and now I remember me, Sir Godfrey my Uncle abus'd me tother day, and told tales of me to my Mother—Troth now I'me invisible, I'le hit him a sound wherrit a'th'ear, when he comes out a'th'garden, —I may be reveng'd on him now finely.

Sir Godf.

I have my Chain again, my Chain's found again,

Edm.
Nephew? I hope you do not know me, Uncle?

Wid.
Why did you strike your Uncle, Son?

Edm.
Why Captain, am I not invisible?

Cap.
A good jest, George,—not now you are not sir,
Why did you not see me, when I did uncharme you?

Edm.
Not I, by my troth, Captain:
Then pray you pardon me, Uncle,
I thought I'de been invisible when I struck you.

Sir Godf.
So, you would do't? go,—y'are a foolish boy,
And were I not ore-come with greater joy,
I'de make you taste correction.

Edm.
Correction, push—no, neither you nor my
Mother, shall think to whip me as you have done.

Sir Godf.

Captain, my joy is such, I know not how to thank you, let me embrace you, O my sweet Chain, gladnesse e'en makes me giddy, rare man: 'twas just i'th' Rosemary bank, as if one should ha laid it there,—oh cunning, cunning!

Wid.

Well, seeing my fortune tells me I must marry; let me marry a man of wit, a man of parts, here's a worthy Captain, and 'tis a fine Title truly la to be a Captain's Wife, a Captain's Wife, it goes very finely, beside all the world knows that a worthy Captain, is a fit Companion to any Lord, then why not a sweet bed-fellow for any Lady,—I'le have it so—

Frail.

O Mistris, Gentlemen, there's the bravest sight coming along this way.

Wid.

What brave sight?

Frail.

Oh, one going to burying, and another going to hanging.

Wid.

A ruefull sight.

Pye.

'Sfoot Captain, I'le pawn my life the Corporal's coffin'd, and old Skirmish the souldier going to execution, and 'tis now about the time of his waking; hold out a little longer sleepy potion, and we shall have exlent admiration; for I'le take upon me the cure of him.

Frail.

Oh here they come, here they come!

Pye.

Now must I close secretly with the Souldier, prevent his impatience, or else all's discovered.

Wid.

O lamentable seeing, these were those Brothers, that fought and bled before our door.

Sir Godf.

What they were not, Sister?

Skirm.

George, look to't, I'le peach at Tiburn else.

Pye.

Mum,—Gentles all, vouchsafe me audience, and you especially Master Sheriff:

Sher.

True, true, he shall have the law,—and I know the law.

Pye.

But under favour, Master Sheriff, if this man had been cured and safe agen, he should have been releas'd then?

Sher.

Why, make you question of that, Sir?

Pye.

Then I release him freely, and will take upon me the death that he should die, if within a little season, I do not cure him to his proper health again.

Sher.
How sir? recover a dead man?
That were most strange of all. Frank comes to him.

Frank.

Sweet sir, I love you dearly, and could wish my best part yours,—oh do not undertake such an impossible venture.

Pye.

Love you me; then for your sweet sake I'le do't: Let me entreat the corps to be set down.

Sher.

Bearers set down the Coffin,—this is wonderfull, and worthy Stoes Chronicle.

Pye.

I pray bestow the freedome of the aire upon our wholsome Art,—Masse his cheeks begin to receive natural warmth: nay good Corporal wake betime, or I shall have a longer sleep then you,—'Sfoot if he should prove dead indeed now, he were fully reveng'd upon me for making a property on him, yet I had rather run upon the Ropes, then have the Rope like a Tetter run upon me, oh—he stirs—he stirs agen—look Gentlemen, he recovers, he starts, he rises.

Sher.

Oh, oh, defend us—out alas.

Pye.

Nay pray be still; you'll make him more giddy else,—he knows no body yet.

Cor.

Zowns: where am I? cover'd with snow? I marvail?

Pye.

Nay, I knew he would swear the first thing he did, as soon as he came to life again.

Corp.

'Sfoot Hostesse—some hot porridge,—oh, oh, lay on a dozen of Fagots in the Moon Parler, there.

Pye.

Lady, you must needs take a little pitty of him ifaith, and send him into your Kitchin fire.

Wid.

Oh, with all my heart sir, Nicholas and Frailty, help to bear him in.

Nic.

Bear him in, quatha, pray call out the Maids, I shall nere have the heart to do't indeed la.

Frail.

Nor I neither, I cannot abide to handle a Ghost of all men.

Cor.

'Sloud, let me see, where was I drunk last night, hah—

Wid.

Oh, shall I bid you once agen take him away.

Frai.

Why, we're as fearfull as you I warrant you—oh—

Wid.

Away villains, bid the maids make him a Cawdle presently to settle his brain—or a posset of Sack, quickly, quickly.

Sher.

Sir, what so ere you are, I do more then admire you.

Wid.

O I, if you knew all, Master Sheriff, as you shall do, you would say then, that here were two of the rarest men within the walls of Christendome.

Sher.

Two of 'em, O wonderfull: Officers I discharge you, set him free, all's in tune.

Sir God.

I, and a banquet ready by this time, Master Sheriffe, to which I most cheerfully invite you, and your late prisoner there: see you this goodly Chain, sir, mum, no more words, 'twas lost and is found again; come, my inestimable Bullies, we'll talk of your noble Acts in sparkling Charnico, and instead of a Jester, we'll ha the Ghost ith' white sheet sit at upper end oth' Table.

Sheriffe.
Exlent merry man ifaith. Exit.

Franck.
Well, seeing I am enjoyn'd to love and marry,
My foolish vow thus I casheere to aire
Which first begot it,—now love play thy part;
The Schollar reads his lecture in my heart.

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