CAPTAIN. Twil be a glorious show, ifaith, Knight, a very fine show; but are all these of your own house? are you sure of that, sir?
SIR GODFREY. Aye, aye--no, no, what's he yonder, talking with my wild Nephew? pray heaven, he give him good counsel.
CAPTAIN. Who, he? he's a rare friend of mine, an admirable fellow, Knight, the finest fortune-teller.
SIR GODFREY. Oh, tis he indeed that came to my Lady sister, and foretold the loss of my chain. I am not angry with him now, for I see twas my fortune to loose it.--By your leave, Master Fortune-teller, I had a glimpse on you at home at my Sisters the Widdows, there you prophesied of the loss of a chain:--simply tho I stand here, I was he that lost it.
PYE. Was it you, sir?
EDMOND. A my troth, Nuckle, he's the rarest fellow: has told me my fortune so right; I find it so right to my nature.
SIR GODFREY. What ist? God send it a good one!
EDMOND. O, tis a passing good one, Nuncle: for he says I shall prove such an excellent gamester in my time, that I shall spend all faster then my father got it.
SIR GODFREY. There's a fortune, in deed!
EDMOND. Nay, it hits my humour so pat.
SIR GODFREY. Aye, that will be the end ont: will the Curse of the beggar prevail so much, that the son shall consume that foolishly, which the father got craftily? Aye, aye, aye; twill, twill, twill.
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 compass 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 GODFREY. Oh, you shall be both most welcome.
CAPTAIN. And about Noon, without fail, I purpose to conjure.
SIR GODFREY. 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, cockscomb, 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 GODFREY. 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.