To see the Diuell is an Affe, to day, in:

(This Ingine gets three or foure pound a weeke by him) He dares not misse a new Play, or a Feast,

What rate foeuer clothes be at; and thinkes
Himselfe still new, in other mens old. Man.

But stay, 25

Do's he loue meat fo? WIT. Faith he do's not hate it.
But that's not it. His belly and his palate
Would be compounded with for reafon. Mary,
A wit he has, of that strange credit with him,
'Gainst all mankinde; as it doth make him doe
Iuft what it lift: it rauifhes him forth,
VVhither it please, to any affembly'or place,
And would conclude him ruin'd, fhould hee scape
One publike meeting, out of the beliefe

He has of his owne great, and Catholike ftrengths,
In arguing, and discourse. It takes, I fee:
H'has got the cloak vpon him.

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Ingine hath won Fitzdottrel, to 'fay on the cloake.
FIT. A faire garment,

By my faith, Ingine! ING. It was neuer made, Sir,
For three score pound, I affure you: 'Twill yeeld thirty.
The plush, Sir, coft three pound, ten fhillings a yard!
And then the lace, and veluet. FIT. I fhall, Ingine,
Be look'd at, pretitly, in it! Art thou sure
The Play is play'd to day?

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ING.

ô here's the bill, Sr.

I', had forgot to gi't you.
I will not lose you, Sirah! But, Ingine, thinke you,
The Gallant is fo furious in his folly?
So mad vpon the matter, that hee'll part

FIT.

Hee giues him the Play-bill.
Ha? the Diuell!

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With's cloake vpo' these termes? ING. Truft not your

Ingine,

Breake me to pieces else, as you would doe

A rotten Crane, or an old rusty Iacke,

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37 Fitz. [after saying on the cloke.] G 44 I', had] I'd 1716 I had W, G 50 Cain 1692

Cane 1716

That has not one true wheele in him. Doe but talke with

him.

FIT. I fhall doe that, to satisfie you, Ingine,
And my felfe too. With your leaue, Gentlemen.
Hee turnes to Wittipol.

Which of you
is it, is fo meere Idolater
To my wiues beauty, and so very prodigall
Vnto my patience, that, for the short parlee?
Of one swift houres quarter, with my wife,

He will depart with (let mee fee) this cloake here
The price of folly? Sir, are you the man?

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WIT. I am that vent'rer, Sir. FIT. Good time! your

name

60

Is Witty-pol? WIT. The fame, S. FIT. And 'tis told [103] Yo' haue trauell'd lately? WIT. That I haue, Sr. FIT.

me,

Truly,

Your trauells may haue alter'd your complexion;

But fure, your wit ftood still. WIT. It may well be, Sir. All heads ha' not like growth. FIT. The good mans grauity,

That left you land, your father, neuer taught you

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These pleasant matches? WIT. No, nor can his mirth, With whom I make 'hem, put me off. FIT. You are Refolu'd then? WIT. Yes, S. FIT. Beauty is the Saint, You'll facrifice your selfe, into the shirt too?

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WIT. So I may ftill cloth, and keepe warme your wifdome?

FIT. You lade me S1! WIT. I know what you wil beare, Sr.

FIT. Well, to the point. 'Tis only, Sir, you fay,

To speake vnto my wife? WIT. Only, to fpeake to her. FIT. And in my prefence? WIT. In your very pref

FIT. And in my hearing? WIT. In your hearing: fo, You interrupt vs not. FIT. For the short space You doe demand, the fourth part of an houre, I thinke I fhall, with some conuenient study, And this good helpe to boot, bring my felfe to't.

WIT. I aske no more.

my house,

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Hee fhrugs himfelfe vp in the cloake.

FIT. Please you, walk to'ard

Speake what you lift; that time is yours: My right

I haue departed with. But, not beyond,

A minute, or a fecond, looke for. Length,

And drawing out, maʼaduance much, to these matches. 85 And I except all kiffing. Kiffes are

Silent petitions ftill with willing Louers.

WIT. Louers? How falls that o' your phantfie? FIT. Sir.

I doe know fomewhat, I forbid all lip-worke.

WIT. I am not eager at forbidden dainties. VVho couets vnfit things, denies him felfe.

90

FIT. You fay well, Sir, 'Twas prettily faid, that same, He do's, indeed. I'll haue no touches, therefore, Nor takings by the armes, nor tender circles Caft 'bout the wast, but all be done at distance.

95

Loue is brought vp with those soft migniard handlings; His pulfe lies in his palme: and I defend

All melting ioynts, and fingers, (that's my bargaine)

I doe defend 'hem, any thing like action.

But talke, Sir, what you will. Vie all the Tropes
And Schemes, that Prince Quintilian can afford you:
And much good do your Rhetoriques heart. You are wel-
come, Sir.

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Ingine, God b'w'you. WIT. Sir, I muft condition
To haue this Gentleman by, a witneffe. FIT. Well,
I am content, fo he be filent. MAN. Yes, Sr.

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o' ret. G

85 may W, G

103 b'w'] be wi' G

80 SN. Hee om. G 88 phant'sie W phantasy G 102 [Opens the door of his house. G

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99 comma om. W, G

FIT. Come Diuell, I'll make you roome, ftreight. But

I'll fhew you

First, to your Mistreffe, who's no common one,

You must conceiue, that brings this gaine to see her.

[104]

I hope thou'ft brought me good lucke. PVG. I fhall do't. Sir.

Ngine, you hope o' your halfe piece? 'Tis there, Sir. Be gone. Friend Manly, who's within here? fixed? Wittipol knocks his friend o' the breft.

MAN. I am directly in a fit of wonder

What'll be the iffue of this conference!

WIT. For that, ne'r vex your felfe, till the euent.

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How like yo' him? MAN. I would faine fee more of him. WIT. What thinke you of this? MAN. I am past degrees of thinking.

Old Africk, and the new America,

With all their fruite of Monsters cannot shew

So iuft a prodigie. WIT. Could you haue beleeu'd,
Without your fight, a minde fo fordide inward,

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Should be fo fpecious, and layd forth abroad,
To all the fhew, that euer shop, or ware was?

MAN. I beleeue any thing now, though I confesse His Vices are the most extremities

I euer knew in nature.

The Diuell fo? WIT.

But, why loues hee

OST! for hidden treasure,

Hee hopes to finde: and has propos'd himselfe

So infinite a Maffe, as to recouer,

108 this om. 1641

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SD. ACT. .] om. SCENE III. A Room in FITZDOTTREL's House. Enter WITTIPOL, MANLY, and ENGINE. G

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109 [They all enter the house. G

fixed! [knocks him on the breast. G

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He cares not what he parts with, of the present,
To his men of Art, who are the race, may coyne him.
Promise gold-mountaines, and the couetous
Are still most prodigall. MAN. But ha' you faith,
That he will hold his bargaine? WIT. O deare, Sir!
He will not off on't. Feare him not. I know him.
One baseneffe ftill accompanies another.
See! he is heere already, and his wife too.

MAN. A wondrous handsome creature, as I liue!

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FITZ-DOTTRELL. Miftreffe FITZ-DOT

TREL. WITTIPOL. MANLY.

[105]

Ome wife, this is the Gentleman. Nay, blush not. Mrs. FI. Why, what do you meane Sir? ha' you your reafon? FIT. Wife,

I do not know, that I haue lent it forth

To any one; at least, without a pawne, wife:

Or that I'haue eat or drunke the thing, of late,

That fhould corrupt it. Wherefore gentle wife,
Obey, it is thy vertue: hold no acts

Of difputation. Mrs. FI. Are you not enough
The talke, of feasts, and meetingy, but you'll ftill

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Make argument for fresh? FIT. Why, carefull wedlocke,

If I haue haue a longing to haue one tale more
Goe of mee, what is that to thee, deare heart?
Why shouldst thou enuy my delight? or crosse it?
By being folicitous, when it not concernes thee?
Mrs. FI. Yes, I haue fhare in this.
fall

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