Blunt. Well, let the Devil and you agree about this
matter as soon as you please. Enter Shift as an Operator. Shift. Sir,
there is without a Person of an extraordinary Size wou'd speak with
you. Will. Admit him. Enter Harlequin, ushers in Hunt as a Giant.
Feth. Hah- some o'ergrown Rival, on my Life. [Feth. gets from it.
Will. What the Devil have we here? [Aside. Hunt. Bezolos mano's,
Seignior, I understand there is a Lady whose Beauty and Proportion can
only merit me: I'll say no more- but shall be grateful to you for your
Assistance. Feth. 'Tis so. Hunt. The Devil's in't if this does not
fright 'em from a farther Courtship. [Aside. Will. Fear nothing,
Seignior- Seignior, you may try your Chance, and visit the Ladies.
[Talks to Hunt. Feth. Why, where the Devil could this Monster conceal
himself all this while, that we should neither see nor hear of him?
Blunt. Oh- he lay disguis'd; I have heard of an Army that has done so.
Feth. Pox, no single House cou'd hold him. Blunt. No- he dispos'd
himself in several parcels up and down the Town, here a Leg, and there
an Arm; and hearing of this proper Match for him, put himself together
to court his fellow Monster. Feth. Good Lord! I wonder what Religion
he's of. Blunt. Some heathen Papist, by his notable Plots and
Contrivances. Will.
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