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Trade. Only three, mynheer,

your tyranny, if there be either law or justice Col. F. What donder heb ye myn betrocken, to be had: - I'll force you to give me up my mynbeer? – Had Ik dat gewoeten, Ik soude liberty. eaven met you geweest syn.

Mrs. P. Thou hast more need to weep for Sack. But Mr. Tradelove is the principal, thy sins; Anne-Yea, for thy manifold sins, and he can do a great deal with the rest, sir. Miss L. Don't think that I'll be still the fool.

Free. And he shall use his interest, I pro- which you have made me-No, I'll wear what I mise you, inynheer.

please-go when and where I please—and keep Trade. I will say all that ever I can think what company I think fit, and not what you on to recommend you, mynheer; and if you shall direct-I will. please, I'll introduce you to the lady.

Trade. For my part, I do think all this very Col. F. Well, dat is waer — Maer ye must reasonable, miss Lovely — 'tis fit you should first spreken of myn to de frow, and to oudere have your liberty, and for that very purpose gentlemen.

I am come. Free. Ay, that's the best way—and then I and the Heer Feignwell will meet you there. Enter PERIWINKLE and Obadiah Prim, with Trade. I will go this moment; upon ho

a Letter in his Hand. —Your most obedient humble servant. Per. I have bought some black stockings of My speaking will do you little good, myn- your husband, Mrs. Prim, but he tells me the heer: ha, ha! we have bit you, faith: ba, ha! glover's trade belongs to you? therefore I pray

Well—my debts discharged, and as for Nan, you look me out live or six dozen of mournHe has my consent-to get herif he can. [ E.xit. ing gloves, such as are given at funerals, and Col. F. Ha, ha, ba! this was a master-piece send them to my house. of contrivance, Freeman.

Obad. My friend Periwinkle has got a good Free. He hugs himself with his supposed windfall to-day-seven hundred a year. good fortune, and little thinks the luck's on Mrs. P. I wish thee joy of it, neighbour. our side ! -But come, pursue the fickle goddess, Trade. What, is Sir Toby dead then? while she's in the mood-Now for the quaker. Per. He is! You'll take care, Mrs. Prim. Col. F. That's the hardest task.

Mrs. P. Yea, I will, neighbour. Of all the counterfeits perform'd by man, Obad. This letter recommendeth a speaker; A soldier makes the simplest puritan. 'tis from Aminadab Holdfast of Bristol: per

[Exeunt. adrenture he will be here this night; therefore,

Sarah, do thou take care for bis receptionACT V.

[Gives her the Leller. Scene I.-An Apartment in Prim's House.

Mrs. P. I will obey thee.


Obad. What art thou in the dumps ) for, Enter Mrs. Prim and Miss Lovely, in Anne ? Quaker's Dresses, meeting.

Trade. We must marry her, Mr. Prim. Mrs. P. So, now I like thee, Anne: art thou Obad. Why truly, if we could find a busnot better without thy monstrous boop-coat band worth having, I should be as glad to see and patches ?-If heaven should make thee so her married as thou wouldst, neighbour, many black spols upon thy face, would it not Per. Well said, there are but few worth baving. fright thee, Anne?

Trade. I can recommend you a man now, Miss L. If it should turn you inside out- that I think you can none of you have an ob' ward, and show all the spots of your hypo-jection to! crisy, 'twould fright me worse! Mrs. P. My hypocrisy! I scorn thy words,

Enter Sir Philip MODELOVE. Anne: I lay no baits.

Per. You recommend?. Nay, whenever she Miss L. If you did, you'd catch no fish. marries, I'll recommend the husband

Mrs. P. Well, well, make thy jests--but I'd Sir P. What must it be a whale, or a rbihave thee to know, Anne, that I could have noceros, Mr. Periwinkle ? ha, ha, ha! catched as many fish (as thou call'st them) in Per. He shall be none of the fops at your my time, as ever thou didst with all thy fool- end of the town, with full perukes and empty traps about thee.

skulls, – nor yet any of our trading, gentry, Miss L. Is that the reason of your formali- who puzzle the heralds to find arms for their ty, Mrs. Prim? Truth will out: I ever thought, coaches.—No, he shall be a man famous for indeed, there was more design than godliness travels, solidity, and curiosity-one who has in the pinched cap.

searched into the profundity of nature! When Mrs. P. Go, thou art corrupted with reading beaven shall direct such a one, he shall have lewd plays, and filthy romances-Ah! I wish thou my consent, because it may turn to the benefit art not already too familiar with the wicked ones. of mankind.

Miss L. Too familiar with the wicked ones! Miss L. The benelit of mankind! What Pray, no more of those freedoms, madam-lam would you anatomize me? familiar with none so wicked as yourself-How Sir P. Ay, ay, madam, he would dissect you. dare you thus talk to me! you, you, you, un- Trade. Ör, pore over you through a miworthy woman you. [Bursts into tears. croscope, to see how your blood circulates

from ihe crown of your head to the sole of Enter. TRADELove.

your fool-ha, ha! but I have a husband for Trade. What in tears, Nancy? What have you, a man that knows how to improve your you done to her, Mrs. Prim, to make her weep? fortune; one that trades to the four corners

Miss L. Done to me! I admire I keep my of the globe. senses among you;- but I will rid myself of 1) To be in a bad humour.

Miss L. And would send me for a venture Enter Colonel in a Quaker's Habit. perhaps.

Obud. Friend Pure thou art welcome: how Trade. One that will dress you in all the is it with friend Holdfast, and all friends in pride of Europe, Asia, Africa, and America Bristol? Timothy Littleworth, John Slender- Dutch merchant, my girl.

brain, and Christopher Keepfaith? Sir P. A Dutchman! ha, ha! there's a hus- Col. F. A goodly company! [Aside] They band for a fine lady.-Ya frow, will you meet are all in health, I thank thee for them. myn slapen - ha, ha! he'll learn you 'lo talk Obad. Friend Holdfast writes me word, that the language of the hogs, madam, ha, ha!

thou camest lately from Pennsylvania : how do Trade. He'll teach you that one merchant all friends there? is of more service to a nation than fifty cos- Col. F. What the devil shall I say? I know combs. 'Tis the merchant makes the belle.- just as much of Pennsylvania as I do of BrisHow would the ladies sparkle in the box, with-tol.

[ Aside. out the merchant? The Indian diamond! The

Obad. Do they thrive? Freueh brocade! The Italian fan! The Flan

Col. F. Yea, "friend, the blessing of their ders lace! The fine Dutch holland! How would

good works fall upon them, they rent their scandal over their tea-tables ? And where would your beaux have Cham

Enter MRS. PRIM and Miss LOVELY. pagne to toast their mistresses, were it not for the merchant.

Obad, Sarah, know our friend Pure. Obad. Verily, neighbour Tradelove, thou Mrs. P. Thou art welcome. (He salutes her. dost waste thy breath about nothing--All that Col. F. Here comes the sum of all my wishes. thou hast said tendeth only to debauch youth, -How charming she appears even in that disand fill their heads with the pride and luxury guise!

[Aside. of this world. The merchant is a very great Obad. Why dost thou consider the maiden friend to satan, and sendeth as inany to his so attentively, friend. dominions as the pope.

Col. F. I will tell thee: About four days ago Per. Right; I say knowledge makes the man. I saw a vision—This very maiden, but in vain

Obad. Yea, but not thy kind of knowledge attire, standing on a precipice, and heard a - it is the knowledge of truth - Search thou voice which called me by my name—and bid for the light within, and not for baubles, friend. me put forth my band and save her from the

Miss L. Ab, study your country's good, Mr. pit.- I did so, and methought the damsel grew Periwinkle, and not her insects.—Rid you of unto my side. your homebred monsters, before you


Mrs.P. What can that portend? from abroad. – I dare swear you have mag

Obad. The damsel's conversion-I am pergots enough in your own brain to stock all suaded. the virtuosos in Europe with butterflies.

Miss L. That's false, I'm sure- [ Aside. Sir P. By my soul, miss Nancy's a wit. Obad. Wilt thou use the means, friend Pure?

Obad. That is more than she can say of Col. F. Means! What means? Is she not thee, friend.—Lookye, 'tis in vain to talk, when thy daughter, already one of the faithful ? I meet a man worthy of her, she shall have Mrs. P. No, alas! she's one of the ungodly. my leave to marry him.

Obad. Pray thee mind what this good man Miss L. Provided he be of the faithful-Was will say unto thee: he will teach thee the there ever such a swarm of-caterpillars to blast way thou shouldst walk, Anne. the hopes of a woman!. [Aside Know this, Miss L. I know my way without his inthat you

contend in vain : I'll have no bus-struction: I hop'd to have been quiet when once band of your choosing, nor shall you lord it I had put on your odious formality here. orer me long:-I'll try the power of an Eng- Col. F. Then thou wearest it out of comlish senate-Orpbans have been redressed and pulsion, not choice, friend? wills set aside - and none did ever deserve Miss L. Thou art in the right of it, friendtheir pity more.- - Feignwell! where are thy Mrs. P. Art thou not ashamed to mimic the promises to free me from those vermin? Alas! good man? Ah! thou stubborn girl. the task was more difficult than be imagined! Col. F. Mind her not; she hurteth not me

A harder lask than what the poets tell -If thou wilt leave her alone with me, I will of yore, the fair Andromeda befell; discuss some few points with her, that may She but one monster fear'd, I've four to fear, perchance soften her stubbornness, and melt And see po Perseus, no deliv'rer near. her into compliance.

[Exit. Obad. Content: I


hee put it her.-Come, Sarah, let us leave the good man

with her. Enter Servant.

Miss. L. [Catching hold of Prim; he breaks Sers, [Whispers to Obad.] The woman loose; exeunt Obad. and Mrs. P.] What, is mad.

do you mean to leave me with this old enSir P. So are you all, in my opinion. [Exit. thusiastical canter? Don't think because I comSero. One Simon Pure inquireth for thee. plied with your formality, to impose your ri

[Exit. diculous doctrine upon me. Obod. Friend Tradelove, business requireth Col. F. I pray thee, young woman, modemuy presence:

rate thy passion. Trade. Oh, I shan't trouble you-Pox take Miss L. I pray thee walk after thy leader, him for an unmannerly dog– However, I have you will but lose your labour upon me. kept my word with my Dutchman, and r'n These wretches will certainly make me mad! introduce him too for all you.

Col. F. I am of another opinion! the spirit


lelleth me 'I shall convert thee, Anne.

Enter SERVANT. Miss L. 'Tis a lying spirit, don't believe it. Sero. There is another Simon Pure, inqui

Col. F. Say'st thou so ?' Why then thou shalt reth for thee, master. convert me, my angel.

Col. F. The devil there is,

[ Aside. [Catching her in his arms.

Obad. Another Simon Pure! I do not know Miss L. (Shrieks] Ah! monster, hold off, bim, is he any relation of thine ? or I'll tear thy, eyes out.

Col. F. No, friend, I know him not.-Pox Col. F. Hush! 'for heaven's sake-dost thou take him: I wish he were in Pennsylvania not know me? I am Feignwell.

again, with all my soul.

Aside. Miss L. Feignwell.

Miss. L. What shall I do?

Obad. Bring him up.

Col. F. Humph! then one of us must go
Oh, I'm undone! Prim here—I wish with all down, that's certain-Now impudence assist nie.
my soul I had been dumb.
Obad. What is the matter? Why didst

Enter SIMON Pure. thou sbriek out, Anne?

Obad. What is thy will with me, friend ? Miss. L. Shriek out! I'll shriek and shriek Simon. Didst thou not receive a letter from again, cry murder, thieves, or any thing, to Aminadab Holdfast of Bristol, concerning one drown the noise of that eternal babbler, if Simon Pure ? you leave me with him any longer,

Obad. Yea, and Simon Pure is already here, Obad. Was that all? Fie, fic, Anne, friend.

Col. F. No matter, I'll bring down her Col. F. And Simon Pure will stay bere, stomach, I'll warrant thell-Leave us, I pray thee? friend, if it be possible.

TAside. Obad. Fare thee well. Verily, I was afraid Simon. That's an untruth, for I am he. the flesh had got the better of the spirit. [Erit. Col. F. Țake thou heed, friend, what thou Col. F. My charming lovely woman! dost say: I do affirm that I am Simon Pure.

[Embraces her. Simon. Thy name may be Pure, friend, Miss L. What meanest thou by this disguise, but not that Pure. Feignwell?

Col. F. Yea, that Pure which my good Col. F. To set thee free, if thou wilt per- friend, Aminadab Holdfast, wrote to my friend form thy promise.

Prim about: the same Simon Pure that came Miss L. Make me mistress of my fortune, from Pennsylvania, and sojourned in Bristol and make thy own conditions.

eleven days: thou wouldst not take my name Col. F. This night shall answer all my wishes. from me, wouldst thou ?-till I have done -See here I have the consent of three of thy with it.

[Aside. guardians already, and doubt not but Prim Simon. Thy name! I am astonished? will make the fourth. [Obadiah listening: Col. F. At what? at thy own assurance?

Obad. I would gladly hear what arguments [Going up to him, Simon Pure starts back. the good man useth to bend her. [Aside. Simon. Avaunt, satan, approach me not :

Miss. L. Thy words give me new life, me- I defy thee, and all thy works. thinks.

Miss. L. Oh, he'll out-cant him.-Undone, Obad. What do I hear?

undone for ever.

[Aside. Miss. L. Thou best of men, heaven meant Col. F. Mark thef, friend, thy sham will to bless me sure, when I first saw thee. not take-Don't exert thy voice, thou art too

Obad. He hath mollified her- wonderful well acquainted with satan to start at him, conversion!

thou wicked reprobate-What can thy design Col. F. [Softly] Ha! Prim listening.—No be here? more, my love, we are observed: seem to be edified, and give 'em bopes that thou wilt Enter a SERVANT who gives Prim a Letter, turn quaker, and leave the rest to me. [Aloud. Obad. One of these must be a counterfeit, I am glad to find that thou art touched with but which I cannot say. what I said unto thee, Anne; another time I Col. F. What can that letter be? [Aside. will explain the other article unto thee: in Dimon. Thou must be the devil, friend, the mean while be thou dutiful to our friend that's certain; for no human power can speak Prim.

so great a falsehood. Miss. L. I shall obey thee in every thing. Öbad. This letter sayeth that thou art better

[Obadiah comes forward. acquainted with that prince of darkness, than Obad. Oh, what a prodigious change is here! any here –Read that, 'I pray thee, Simon. Thou hast wrought a miracle, friend! Anne,

[Gives it to the Colonel. how dost thou like the doctrine he hath Col. F. 'Tis Freeman's hand. - [Reads ] preached?

s here is a design formed to rob your Miss. L. So well, that I could talk to him house this night, and cut your throat; and for ever, methinks-1 am ashamed of my for- for that purpose there is a man disguised mer folly, and ask your pardon.

like a quaker, who is to pass for one SiCol. F. Enough, enough, that thou art sorry: mon Pure: the gang, whereof I am one, Anne.

though now resolved lo rob no more, has Obad. True, I am no pope, Anne. Verily, been at Bristol: one of them came in the thou dost rejoice me exceedingly, friend : will coach with the quaker, whose name he hath it please thee to walk into the next room, and taken; und from what he hath gathered refresh thyself?- Come, take the maiden by from him, formed that design, and did not the hand.

doubt but he should impose so far upon Col. F. We will follow thec.

Lyou as to make you turn out the real Si

he is no pope,

mon Pure, and keep him with you. Make meaneth this struggling within me? I feel the the right use of this. Adieu.Excellent well! spirit resisteth the vanities of this world, but

[Aside. the flesh is rebellious, yea, the flesh-1 greatly Obad. Dost thou hear this?

fear the flesh and the weakness thereof

[To Simon Pure. hum— 1) Simon. Yea, but it moveth me not: that Obad. The maid is inspir'd. [Aside] Prodoubtless is the impostor.

digious! The damsel is filled with the spirit [Pointing at the Colonel. -Sarah. Col. F. Ah! thou wicked one-now I consider thy face, I remember thou didst come

Enter Mrs. PRIM. up in the leathern conveniency with me- Mrs. P. I am greatly rejoiced to see such thou badst a black bob-wig on, and a brown a change in our beloved Anne. I came to camblet coat with brass buttons-Canst thou tell thee that supper stayeth for thee. deny it, ha?

Col. F. I am not disposed for thy food; Simon. Yes, I can, and with a safe con- my spirit longeth for more delicious meat!science too, friend.

fain would I redeem this maiden from the Obad. Verily, friend, thou art the most tribe of sinners, and break those cords asunimpudent villain I ever saw.

der wherewith she is bound-humMiss L. Nay, then, I'll have a fling at him. Miss L. Something whispers in my ears, [Aside] I remember the face of this fellow methinks— that I must be subject to the will at Bath—Ay, this is he that pick'd my lady of this good man, and from him only must Raffle's pocket in the grove-Don't you re- hope for consolation-hum-It also telleth me member that the mob pump'd 1) you, friend ? that I am a chosen vessel to raise up seed - This is the most notorious rogue

to the faithful, and that thou must consent Simon. What does provoke thee to seek my that we two be one flesh according to the life? Thou will not hang me, wilt thou, word-humwrongfully?

Obad. What a revelation is here! This is Obad. She will do thee no hurt, nor thou certainly part of thy vision, friend; this is shalt do me none; therefore get thee about the maiden's growing unto thy side: ah! with thy business, friend, and leave thy wicked what willingness should I give thee my concourse of life, or thou mayst not come off so sent, could I give thee her fortune too-but favourably every where. Simon, I pray thee, thou wilt never get the consent of the wicked put him forth.

ones. Col F. Go, friend, I would advise thee, Col. F. I wish I was sure of yours. [Aside. and tempt thy fate no more.

Obad. Thy soul rejoiceth, yea, rejoiceth, I Simon. Yes, I will go; but it shall be to say, to find the spirit within thee; for lo, it thy confusion; I shall clear myself; I will moveth thee with natural agitation-yea, with return with some proofs that shall convince natural agitation towards this good man-yea, thee, Obadiah, that thou art higbly imposed on. it stirreth, as one may say---yea, verily I say,

[E.cit. it stirreth up thy, inclination-yca, as Col. F. Then there will be no staying for would stir a pudding, me, that's certain—what the devil shall I do? All. Hum!

[Aside. Miss L. I see, I see! the spirit guiding of Obad. What monstrous works of iniquity thy hand, good Obadiah Prim, and now beare there in this world, Simon?

bold thou art signing, thy consent--and now Col. F. Yea, the age is full of vice—'Sdeath, I see myself within thy arms, my friend and I am so confounded I know not what to say. brother, yea, I am become bone of thy bone,

[Aside. and flesh of thy flesh. [Embracing him) Obad. Thou art disorder'd, friend,--art thou Humnot well?

Mrs. P. The spirit hath greatly moved them Col. F. My spirit is greatly troubled, and both—friend Prim, thou must consent; there's something telleth me, that though I'have no resisting of the spirit! wrought a good work in converting this maiden, Obad. Fetch me the pen and ink, Sarahthis tender maiden, yet my labour will be and my hand shall confess its obedience to in rain: for the evil spirit fighteth against her: the spirit.

[Exit Mrs. Prim. and I see, yea I see with the eye of my in- Col. F. I wish it were over. ward man, that satan will re-buffet her again; Re-enter Mrs. Prim, with Pen and Ink. whenever I withdraw myself from her; and she will, yea, this very damsel will return

Miss L. I tremble lest this quaking rogue again to that abomination from whence I have should return, and spoil all. (Aside. retrier'd her, as it were, yea, as if it were

Obad. Here, friend, do thou write what out of the jaws of the field.

the spirit prompteth, and I will sign it. Miss L. I must second him. [Aside] What

[Col. L. sits down. 1) Any gentleman or other found with his hand in his

Col. F. [Reads] This is to certify all neighbour's pocket, or with any thing that he has taken 1) This hum is intended to express the long sigh, or from the said neighbour's pocket, with an intent in rather groan, that is performed by the Qunkers, at the steal, is forth with taken to the nearest pump, and held end of a speech to which the spirit has moved them. with his head below the cold stream, which is pumped The actor makes this irresistibly comic on the stage, sipan him, without intermission, till he, the said pick- by clasping his hands, slicking his elbows close to his pocket is balf drowned. Then all the boys of the parish side, his feet closc-joined and completely straighi, head anemble together and hunt the poor wreich all through and eyes raised towards the ceiling, and then, in this the streets, till he can find some hole to hide himself. position, raises bimself on his toes at the beginning of The English, as in the time of Richard I, seem to like The word hu- and enforces the emphasis by degrees to take the law into their own hands, witness the fre- coming down again on his heels at the full point--m queat boxing-matches in the streel.

his thumbs twirling rapidly in the mean time.


whom it may concern, that I do freely Trude. Harkye, miss Lovely, one word with give all my right and tille in Anne Lovely, you.

[Takes hold of her Hand. to Simon Pure, and my full consent that Col. F. This maiden is my wife, thanks to my she shall become his wife according to the friend Prim, and thou hast no business with form of marriage. Witness my hand. her.

[Takes her from himn. Obad. That's enough-give me the pen. Trade. His wife! harkye, Mr. Freeman.

[Signs it. Per. Why you have made a very fine piece

of work of it, Mr. Prim. Enter Betty, running to Miss Lovely.

Sir P. Married to a quaker! thou art a fine Betly. Oh! madam, madam, here's the fellow to be left guardian to an orphan truly quaking man again: be has brought a coach--there's a busband for a young lady! man, and two or three more.

Col. F. When I have put on my beau Miss L. Ruin'd past redemption! clothes, sir Philip, you'll like me belter

[Aside to the Colonel. Sir P. Thou will make a very scurvy beau Col. F. No, no; one minute sooner had -friendspoil'd all; but now-here's company coming,

Col. F. I believe I can prove it under your friend, give me the paper.

hand that you thought me a very fine gen(Going to Prim hastily. tleman in ihe Park t'other day, about thirty-six Obad. Here it is, Simon; and I wish thee minutes after eleven; will you take a pinch, happy with the maiden.

sir Philip?—One of the finest snuff-boxes you Miss L.'Tis done; and now,devil,do thy worst. ever saw.

[Offers hin snuff.

Sir P. Ha, ha, ha! I am overjoyed, 'failh I Enter Simon PURE, Coachman, and others. am, if thou be'st the gentleman—1 own I aid

Simon. Look thee, friend, I have brought give my consent to the gentleman I brought these people to satisfy thee that I am not that here to-day—but whether this is hè I can't be impostor which thou didst take me for: this positive. is the man that did drive the leathern con- · Obad. Canst thou not!- Now I think thou veniency, and brought me from Bristol-and art a fine fellow to be left guardian to an orthis is

phan.-Thou shallow-brain'd shuttlecock, he may Col. F. Lookye, friend, to save the court be a pickpocket for aught thou dost know, the trouble of examining witnesses - I plead Per. You would have been two rare fellows guilty, ha, ha!

to have been entrusted with the sole manageObad. How's this? Is not thy name Pure then? ment of her fortune, would ye not, think ye? Col. F. No, really, sir; I only made bold | But Mr. Tradelove and myself shall take care with this gentleman's name—but here I give of her portion.it up safe and sound: it has done the business Trade. Ay, ay, so we will—Didn't you tell I had occasion for, and now I intend to wear me the Dutch merchant desired me to meet my own, which shall be at his service upon him here, Mr. Freeman? the same occasion at any time. – Ha, ha, ha! Free. I did so, and I am sure he will be Simon. Oh! the wickedness of the age! here, if you'll have a little patience.

[Exit Coachman, etc. Cót. É. What, is Mr. Tradelove impatient? Obad. I am struck dumb with thy impu- Nay, then, ib ben gereet voor your, he be, dence, Anne; thou hast deceiv'd me- -and


Jan Van Timtamtirelereletta Heer Van Feignchance undone thyself.

well, vergeeten! Mrs. P. Thou art a dissembling baggage, and Trade. Oh! pox of the name! what have shame will overtake thee.

[Erit. you trick'd me too, Mr. Freeman? Simon. I am grieved to see thy wife so much Col. F. Trick’d, Mr. Tradelove! did not I troubled: I will follow and console her. [Exit. give you two thousand pounds for your con

sent fairly? And now do


tell a gentleman Enter Servant.

he has trick'd you? Sero. Thy brother guardians inquire for thec: Per. So, so, you are a pretty guardian, here is another man with them.

'faith, to sell your charge: what, did you look Miss L. Who can that other man be? upon her as part of your stock?

[T. Col. E

Obad. Ha, ha, ha! 'I am glad thy knavery is Col. F. 'Tis Freeman, a friend of mine, whom found out, however, I confess the maiden overI ordered to bring the rest of the guardians here. reached me, and I had no sinister end at all. Enter Sir Puulip Modelove, Tradelove, you all, but I'll take care be shall never fin

Per. Ay, ay, one thing or other over-reached PERIWINKLE, and FREEMAN.

ger a penny of her money, I warrant you—. Free. Is all safe? Did my letter do you ser-over-reach'd, quotha! Why I might have been vice? , [.Aside to the Colonel

. orer-reach'd too, if I bad no more wit: I don't Col F. All, all's sase! ample service. [Aside. know but this very fellow may be him that Sir P. Miss Nancy, how dost do, child ? was directed to me from Grand Cairo t'other

Miss L. Don't call me miss, friend Philip; day. Ha, ha, ha! my name is Anne, thou knowest

Col. F. The very same. Sir P. What, is the girl metamorphos'd ? Per. Are you so, sir? but your trick would Miss L. I wish thou wert so metamorphos’d. not pass upon me. Ah! Philip, throw off that gaudy attire, and Col. F. No, as you say, at that time it did wear the clothes becoming thy age. not, that was not my lucky hour—but, harkye,

Obad. I am ashamed to see these men. [ Aside. sir, I must let you into one secret-you may Sir P. My age! the woman is possess'd. keep honest John Tradescant's coat on, for Col. E. No, thou art possess'd rather, friend. your uncle, sir Tohy Periwinkle, is not dead

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