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Scene. IIII.

Ingine. VVittipol. Manly. Fitzdottrell. Pvg.
[Ing.]
Yonder hee walkes, Sir, I'll goe lift him for you.

Wit.
To him, good Ingine, raise him vp by degrees,
Gently, and hold him there too, you can doe it.
Shew your selfe now, a Mathematicall broker.

Ing.
I'll warrant you for halfe a piece.

Wit.
'Tis done, Sr.

Man.
Is't possible there should be such a man?

Wit.
You shall be your owne witnesse, I'll not labour
To tempt you past your faith.

Man.
And is his wife
So very handsome, say you?

Wit.
I ha' not seene her,
Since I came home from trauell: and they say,
Shee is not alter'd. Then, before I went,
I saw her once; but so, as shee hath stuck
Still i' my view, no obiect hath remou'd her.

Man.
'Tis a faire guest, Friend, beauty: and once lodg'd
Deepe in the eyes, shee hardly leaues the Inne.
How do's he keepe her?

Wit.
Very braue. Howeuer,
Himselfe be sordide, hee is sensuall that way.
In euery dressing, hee do's study her.

Man.
And furnish forth himselfe so from the Brokers?

Wit.
Yes, that's a hyr'd suite, hee now has one,
To see the Diuell is an Asse, 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 soeuer clothes be at; and thinkes
Himselfe still new, in other mens old.

Man.
Put stay,
Do's he loue meat so?

Wit.
Faith he do's not hate it.
But that's not it. His belly and his palate
Would be compounded with for reason Mary,
A wit he has, of that strange credit with him,
'Gainst all mankinde; as it doth make him doe
Iust what it list: it rauishes him forth,
Whither it please, to any assembly or place,
And would conclude him ruin'd, should hee scape
One publike meeting, out of the beliefe
Ingine hath won Fitz-dottrel, to say on the cloake.
He has of his owne great, and Catholike strengths,
In arguing, and discourse. It takes, I see:
H'has got the cloak vpon him.

Fit.
A faire garment,
By my faith, Ingine!

Ing.
It was neuer made, Sir,
For three score pound, I assure you: 'Twill yeeld thirty.
The plush, Sir, cost three pound, ten shillings a yard!
And then the lace, and veluet.

Fit.
I shall, Ingine,
Be lock'd at, pretitly, in it! Art thou sure
The Play is play'd to day?

Ing.
ô here's the bill, Sr.
Hee giues him the Play-bill.
I', had forgot to gi't you.

Fit.
Ha? the Diuell!
I will not lose you, Sirah! But, Ingine, thinke you,
The Gallant is so furious in his folly?
So mad vpon the matter, that hee'll part
With's cloake vpo'these termes?

Ing.
Trust not your Ingine,
Breake me to pieces else, as you would doe
A rotten Crane, or an old rusty Iacke,
That has not one true wheele in him. Doe but talke with him.

Fit.
I shall doe that, to satisfie you, Ingine,
And my selfe too. With your leaue, Gentlemen.
Hee turnes to Wittipol.
Which of you is it, is so 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 see) this cloake here
The price of folly? Sir, are you the man?

Wit.
I am that vent'rer, Sir.

Fit.
Good time! your name
Is Witty-pol?

Wit.
The same, Sr.

Fit.
And 'tis told me,
Yo' haue trauell'd lately?

Wit.
That I haue, Sr.

Fit.
Truly,
Your trauells may haue alter'd your complexion;
But sure, your wit stood 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
These pleasant matches?

Wit.
No, nor can his mirth,
With whom I make 'hem, put me off.

Fit.
You are
Resolu'd then?

Wit.
Yes, Sr.

Fit.
Beauty is the Saint,
You'll sacrifice your selfe, into the shirt too?

Wit.
So I may still cloth, and keepe warme your wisdome?

Fit.
You lade me Sr!

Wit.
I know what you will beare, Sr.

Fit.
Well, to the point. 'Tis only, Sir, you say,
To speake vnto my wife?

Wit.
Only, to speake to her.

Fit.
And in my presence?

Wit.
In your very presence.

Fit.
And in my hearing?

Wit.
In your hearing: so,
You interrupt vs not.

Fit.
For the short space
You doe demand, the fourth part of an houre,
I thinke I shall, with some conuenient study,
Hee shrugs himselfe vp on the cloake.
And this good helpe to boot, bring my selfe to't.

Wit.
I aske no more.

Fit.
Please you, walk to'ard my house,
Speake what you list; that time is yours: My right
I haue departed with. But, not beyond,
A minute, or a second, looke for. Length,
And drawing out, ma'aduance much, to these matches.
And I except all kissing. Kisses are
Silent petitions still with willing Louers.

Wit.
Louers? How falls that o'your phantsie?

Fit.
Sir.
I doe know somewhat, I forbid all lip-worke.

Wit.
I am not eager at forbidden dainties.
Who couets vnfit things, denies him selfe.

Fit.
You say well, Sir, 'Twas prettily said, that same,
He do's, indeed. I'll haue no touches, therefore,
Nor takings by the armes, nor tender circles
Cast 'bout the wast, but all be done at distance.
Loue is brought vp with those soft migniard handlings;
His pulse 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. Vse all the Tropes
And Schemes, that Prince Quintilian can afford you:
And much good do your Rhetoriques heart. You are welcome, Sir.
Ingine, God b'w'you.

Wit.
Sir, I must condition
To haue this Gentleman by, a witnesse.

Fit.
Well,
I am content, so he be silent.

Man.
Yes, Sir.

Fit.
Come Diuell, I'll make you roome, streight. But I'll shew you
First, to your Mistresse, who's no common one,
You must conceiue, that brings this gaine to see her.
I hope thou'st brought me good lucke.

Pvg.
I shall do't. Sir.