Blunt. Yes, if
there were any Hopes of your keeping a Secret. Feth. Nay, nay, Ned,
the World knows I am a plaguy Fellow at your Secrets; that, and my
Share of the Charge shall be my Part, for Shift says the Guardian must
be brib'd for Consent: Now the other Moiety of the Mony and the
Speeches shall be thy part, for thou hast a pretty Knack that way. Now
Shift shall bring Matters neatly about, and we'll pay him by the Day,
or in gross, when we married- hah, Shift. Shift. Sir, I shall be
reasonable. Will. I am sure Fetherfool and Blunt have some wise Design
upon these two Monsters- it must be so- and this Bill has put an
extravagant Thought into my Head- hark ye, Shift. [Whispers to him.
Blunt. The Devil's in't if this will not redeem my Reputation with the
Captain, and give him to understand that all the Wit does not lie in
the Family of the Willmores, but that this Noddle of mine can be
fruitful too upon Occasion. Feth. Ay, and Lord, how we'll domineer,
Ned, hah- over Willmore and the rest of the Renegado Officers, when we
have married these Lady Monsters, hah, Ned. Blunt. -Then to return
back to Essex worth a Million. Feth. And I to Croyden- Blunt. -Lolling
in Coach and Six- Feth. -Be dub'd Right Worshipful- Blunt. And stand
for Knight of the Shire. Will. Enough- I must have my Share of this
Jest, and for divers and sundry Reasons thereunto belonging, must be
this very Mountebank expected.
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