Enter Lucetta, Philippo, and Sancho with a Light. Phil. Ha,
ha, ha, he's dispatcht finely. Luc. Now, Sir, had I been coy, we had
mist of this Booty. Phil. Nay when I saw 'twas a substantial Fool, I
was mollified; but when you doat upon a Serenading Coxcomb, upon a
Face, fine Clothes, and a Lute, it makes me rage. Luc. You know I
never was guilty of that Folly, my dear Philippo, but with your self-
But come let's see what we have got by this. Phil. A rich Coat!- Sword
and Hat!- these Breeches too- are well lin'd!- see here a Gold Watch!-
a Purse- ha! Gold!- at least two hundred Pistoles! a bunch of Diamond
Rings; and one with the Family Arms!- a Gold Box!- with a Medal of his
King! and his Lady Mother's Picture!- these were sacred Reliques,
believe me!- see, the Wasteband of his Breeches have a Mind of Gold!-
Old Queen Bess's. We have a Quarrel to her ever since Eighty Eight,
and may therefore justify the Theft, the Inquisition might have
committed it. Luc. See, a Bracelet of bow'd Gold, these his Sister
ty'd about his Arm at parting- but well- for all this, I fear his
being a Stranger may make a noise, and hinder our Trade with them
hereafter. Phil. That's our security; he is not only a Stranger to us,
but to the Country too- the Common-Shore into which he is descended,
thou know'st, conducts him into another Street, which this Light will
hinder him from ever finding again- he knows neither your Name, nor
the Street where your House is, nay, nor the way to his own Lodgings.
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