The Wizard | ||
Sce: 3.
Enter Antonio in the habit of his father, Clerimont, A Parson, Hog disguis'd, with a dark lanthorne in his hand, and some habits in his arms.Ant:
Hold up the light, protest 'tis wondrous dark
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Cler:
We are neer upon the house, pray heav'n our stay
Be not injurious to the Enterprize.
J fear they are all a bed.
Hog:
T'is not yet ten;
J've us'd the house and know their hower of sitting up, J'le
warrant we haue entrance.
Ant:
Come Sr J hope we shall employ your tongue
Jf we are time enough.
Cler:
Here take this blood,
And smear about your face, least you be known
To be some other then my Father; ô
He dreams not now of this; put forward Hog.
Exeunt.
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