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Scena II.
Warehouse. Cypher.
Now Cypher, where's my Nephew?
Cyph.
In the Hall
Reading a letter vvhich a footman brought
Just now to him from a Lady Sir.
Ware-h.
A Lady?
Cyph.
Yes, Sir, a Lady in distresse; for I
Could overheare the fellow say she must
Sell her Coach Horses, and returne againe
To her Needle, if your Nephew not supply her
With mony.
Ware-h.
This is some honourable seamstresse.
I'me now confirmd: They say he keeps a Lady,
And this is she. well Cypher, tis too late
To change my project now. Be sure you keep
A Diary of his Actions, strictly marke
What company comes to him, if he stirre
Out of my house observe the place he enters.
Watch him till he come out: follow him disguised
To all his haunts.
Cyph.
He shall not want a spy Sir.
But Sir when you are absent if he draw not
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Ware-h.
I hope he will not make my house a Taverne.
Cyph.
Sir I'me no Sybils sonne.
Ware-h.
Peace here he comes.
Enter Plotwell in a sad posture.
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