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Scene. V.

VVittipol. Manly.
Wittipol knocks his friend o'the brest.
[Wit.]
Ingine , you hope o'your halfe piece? 'Tis there, Sir.
Be gone. Friend Manly, who's within here? fixed?

Man.
I am directly in a fit of wonder
What'll be the issue of this conference!

Wit.
For that, ne'r vex your selfe, till the euent.
How like yo'him?

Man.
I would faine see 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 iust a prodigie.

Wit.
Could you haue beleeu'd,
Without your sight, a minde so sordide inward,
Should be so specious, and layd forth abroad,
To all the shew, 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. But, why loues hee
The Diuell so?

Wit.
O Sr! for hidden treasure,
Hee hopes to finde: and has propos'd himselfe
So infinite a Masse, as to recouer,
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 basenesse still accompanies another.
See! he is heere already, and his wife too.

Man.
A wondrous handsome creature, as I liue!