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[Scæna Secunda]
[Act: 5: Scæna prima]Enter Vndermyne readinge a longe Scrowle of Parchment,
Vnder:
Item oweinge to Sr. Wittworth, in the right of his wife,—i5000l i.
—Pox on that Doctor Spice-gutt, and's black arte,
Could any man but hee, soe soone haue tam'd,
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With tricks? & gameballs,? Crochetts? & devises?
Able to make a sober man turne wilde?
Welcome my better ∥te, and Comforter,
(enter Mount
Mount:
Sr, as I came, I sawe your daughter mixt
With Brainsick, and his Crue, I mervaile much,
Why you permitt, nay rather prostitute her,
A free Companyon to that fellowes low'd,
And slovenly deboysenes,
Vnder
Heare mee Mountayne,
Shee's all distracted, readie to despaire,
Att the suppose of my misfortunes, nowe
This Brainsick hath such whimsies, interlac'd
With a continuinge mirth, that hee'le refine,
Her melancholly thoughts, & in one day,
Shee can receive noe tainte,.
Mount:
I am satisfied,
Vnder:
Hast thou seene Wittworth since hee wak'd
Mount:
Oh yes,
A famous cure it was,
Vnder:
Nay and [th'are] th'are marryed Mountaine,
Mount:
I knowe that too Sr.,
Vnder:
Hee comes like other folkes, & askes his money
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Hee—goes without it too;—but heare a little
What if wee drewe Sr Wittworth to our partie,
By prcompoundinge wt h him? Mountayne, not
That Conscience moues mee, as he 'as wiu'd my Orphant,
And yett, out of a kind of good will too,
Vnto them both, for luckie handsells sake;
The Cheate I first meant them, sett mee the way
To gather vpp greate sum̄es, each one, in grosse,
Yeildinge mee, massie profitt,
Mount:
I lik'[i]t well.
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