Shift. Nor
shall not, or I have lost my Aim. [Aside. Feth. [Putting off his Hat.]
Your Pardons, good Gentlemen; and tho I perceive I shall have no great
need for so trifling a Sum as a hundred thousand Pound, or so, yet a
Bargain's a Bargain, Gentlemen. Blunt. Nay, 'dsheartlikins, the
Lieutenant scorns to do a foul thing, d'ye see, but we would not have
the Monsters slighted. Feth. Slighted! no, Sir, I scorn your Words,
I'd have ye to know, that I have as high a Respect for Madam Monster,
as any Gentleman in Christendom, and so I desire she should
understand. Blunt. Why, this is that that's handsom. Shift. Well, the
Mountebank's come, Lodgings are taken at his House, and the Guardian
prepar'd to receive you on the aforesaid Terms, and some fifty
Pistoles to the Mountebank to stand your Friend, and the Business is
done. Feth. Which shall be perform'd accordingly, I have it ready
about me. Blunt. And here's mine, put 'em together, and let's be
speedy, lest some should bribe higher, and put in before us. [Feth.
takes the Money, and looks pitiful on't. Feth. Tis a plaguy round Sum,
Ned, pray God it turn to Account. Blunt. Account, 'dsheartlikins, tis
not in the Power of mortal Man to cozen 'me. Shift. Oh fie, Sir, cozen
you, Sir!- well, you'll stay here and see the Mountebank, he's coming
forth.
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