PYE.
Stay, stay, stay.
[Pye-board with an Almanack and the Captain.]
CAPTAIN.
Turn over, George.
PYE.
June--July: here, July; that"s this month. Sunday thirteen, yester day forteen, to day fifteen.
CAPTAIN.
Look quickly for the fifteen day:--if within the compa.s.s of these two days there would be some Boystrous storm or other, it would be the best, I"d defer him off till then: some tempest, and it be thy will.
PYE.
Here"s the fifteen day--hot and fair.
CAPTAIN.
Puh, would t"ad been hot and foul.
PYE.
The sixteen day; that"s to morrow: the morning for the most part fair and pleasant--
CAPTAIN.
No luck.
PYE.
But about high-noon, lightning and thunder.
CAPTAIN.
Lightning and thunder! admirable, best of all: I"ll conjure to morrow just at high noon, George.
PYE.
Happen but true to morrow, Almanack, and I"ll give thee leave to lie all the year after.
CAPTAIN.
Sir, I must crave your patience, to bestow this day upon me, that I may furnish my self strongly. I sent a spirit into Lancashire tother day, to fetch back a knave Drover, and I look for his return this evening. To morrow morning my friend here and I will come and break-fast with you.
SIR G.o.dFREY.
Oh, you shall be both most welcome.
CAPTAIN.
And about Noon, without fail, I purpose to conjure.
SIR G.o.dFREY.
Mid noon will be a fine time for you.
EDMOND.
Conjuring! do you mean to conjure at our house to morrow, sir?
CAPTAIN.
Marry, do I, sir: tis my intent, young Gentleman.
EDMOND.
By my troth, I"ll love you while I live fort. O rare, Nicholas, we shall have conjuring to morrow.
NICHOLAS.
Puh! Aye, I could ha told you of that.
CAPTAIN.
Law, he could ha told him of that! fool, c.o.c.ks...o...b.. could ye?
EDMOND.
Do you hear me, sir? I desire more acquaintance on you: you shall earn some money of me, now I know you can conjure; but can you fetch any that is lost?
CAPTAIN.
Oh, any thing that"s lost.
EDMOND.
Why, look you, sir, I tel"t you as a friend and a Conjurer, I should marry a Poticaries daughter, and twas told me she lost her maidenhead at Stonie-stratford; now if you"ll do but so much as conjure fort, and make all whole again--
CAPTAIN.
That I will, sir.
EDMOND.
By my troth, I thanks you, la.
CAPTAIN.
A little merry with your sister"s son, sir.
SIR G.o.dFREY.
Oh, a simple young man, very simple: come, Captain, and you, sir, we"ll e"en part with a gallon of wine till to morrow break-fast.
PYE AND CAPTAIN.
Troth, agreed, sir.
NICHOLAS.
Kinsman--Scholar?
PYE.
Why, now thou art a good Knave, worth a hundred Brownists.
NICHOLAS.
Am I indeed, la? I thank you truly, la.
[Exeunt.]
ACTUS 4.