Hell. Sister, there's your Englishman, and with him a
handsom proper Fellow- I'll to him, and instead of telling him his
Fortune, try my own. Will. Gipsies, on my Life- Sure these will
prattle if a Man cross their Hands. [Goes to Hellena]- Dear pretty
(and I hope) young Devil, will you tell an amorous Stranger what Luck
he's like to have? Hell. Have a care how you venture with me, Sir,
lest I pick your Pocket, which will more vex your English Humour, than
an Italian Fortune will please you. Will. How the Devil cam'st thou to
know my Country and Humour? Hell. The first I guess by a certain
forward Impudence, which does not displease me at this time; and the
Loss of your Money will vex you, because I hope you have but very
little to lose. Will. Egad Child, thou'rt i'th' right; it is so
little, I dare not offer it thee for a Kindness- But cannot you divine
what other things of more value I have about me, that I would more
willingly part with? Hell. Indeed no, that's the Business of a Witch,
and I am but a Gipsy yet- Yet, without looking in your Hand, I have a
parlous Guess, 'tis some foolish Heart you mean, an inconstant English
Heart, as little worth stealing as your Purse. Will. Nay, then thou
dost deal with the Devil, that's certain- Thou hast guess'd as right
as if thou hadst been one of that Number it has languisht for- I find
you'll be better acquainted with it; nor can you take it in a better
time, for I am come from Sea, Child; and Venus not being propitious to
me in her own Element, I have a world of Love in store- Wou'd you
would be good-natur'd, and take some on't off my Hands.
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