SIR G.o.dFREY.

Thou sayest true, Nicholas, but he has put off that now; that lies by him.

CAPTAIN.

Faith, Knight, in few words, I presume so much upon the power of my Art; that I could warrant your Chain again.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

O dainty Captain!

CAPTAIN.

Marry, it will cost me much sweat; I were better go to sixteen whot-houses.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Aye, good man, I warrant thee.

CAPTAIN.

Beside great vexation of Kidney and Liver.

NICHOLAS.

O, twill tickle you here-abouts, Coozen, because you have not been used toot.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

No? have you not been used too't, Captain?

CAPTAIN.

Plague of all fools still!--Indeed, Knight, I have not used it a good while, and therefore twill strain me so much the more, you know.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Oh, it will, it will.

CAPTAIN.

What plunges he puts me to! were not this Knight a fool, I had been twice spoiled now; that Captain's worse than accurst that has an a.s.s to his Kinsman. Sfoot, I fear he will drivell't out before I come toot.--Now, sir--to come to the point in deed--you see I stick here in the jaw of the Marshalsea, and cannot doo't.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Tut, tut, I know thy meaning; thou wouldst say thou'rt a prisoner. I tell thee thou'rt none.

CAPTAIN.

How none? why, is not this the Marshallsea?

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Woult hear me speak? I hard of thy rare conjuring; My chain was lost; I sweat for thy release, As thou shalt do the like at home for me.

Keeper.

[Enter Keeper.]

KEEPER.

Sir.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Speak, is not this man free?

KEEPER.

Yes, at his pleasure, sir, the fee's discharged.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Go, go, I'll discharge them I.

KEEPER.

I thank your worship.

[Exit Keeper.]

CAPTAIN.

Now, trust me, yar a dear Knight. Kindness unexpected!

oh, there's nothing to a free Gentle man.--I will conjure for you, sir, till Froth come through my Buff-jerkin!

SIR G.o.dFREY, Nay, then thou shalt not pa.s.s with so little a bounty, for at the first sight of my chain again, Forty fine Angells shall appear unto thee.

CAPTAIN.

Twil be a glorious show, ifaith, Knight, a very fine show; but are all these of your own house? are you sure of that, sir?

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Aye, aye--no, no, what's he yonder, talking with my wild Nephew? pray heaven, he give him good counsel.

CAPTAIN.

Who, he? he's a rare friend of mine, an admirable fellow, Knight, the finest fortune-teller.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Oh, tis he indeed that came to my Lady sister, and foretold the loss of my chain. I am not angry with him now, for I see twas my fortune to loose it.--By your leave, Master Fortune-teller, I had a glimpse on you at home at my Sisters the Widdows, there you prophesied of the loss of a chain:--simply tho I stand here, I was he that lost it.

PYE.

Was it you, sir?

EDMOND.

A my troth, Nuckle, he's the rarest fellow: has told me my fortune so right; I find it so right to my nature.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

What ist? G.o.d send it a good one!

EDMOND.

O, tis a pa.s.sing good one, Nuncle: for he says I shall prove such an excellent gamester in my time, that I shall spend all faster then my father got it.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

There's a fortune, in deed!

EDMOND.

Nay, it hits my humour so pat.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Aye, that will be the end ont: will the Curse of the beggar prevail so much, that the son shall consume that foolishly, which the father got craftily? Aye, aye, aye; twill, twill, twill.