'Tis Hunt, that Rogue- [Aside. Sir, I confess
there is great Power in Sympathy- Conduct him to the Ladies- [He tries
to go in at the Door. -I am sorry you cannot enter at that low Door,
Seignior, I'll have it broken down- Hunt. No, Seignior, I can go in at
twice. Feth. How, at twice! what a Pox can he mean? Will. Oh, Sir,
'tis a frequent thing by way of Inchantment [Hunt being all Doublet,
leaps off from another Man who is all Breeches, and goes out; Breeches
follows stalking. Feth. Oh Pox, Mr. Doctor, this must be the Devil.
Will. Oh fie, Sir, the Devil! no 'tis all done inchanted Girdle- These
damn'd Rascals will spoil all by too gross an Imposition on the Fools.
[Aside. Feth. This is the Devil, Ned, that's certain- But hark ye, Mr.
Doctor, I hope I shall not have my Mistress inchanted from me by this
inchanted Rival, hah? Will. Oh, no, Sir, the Inquisition will never
let 'em marry, for fear of a Race of Giants, 'twill be worse than the
Invasion of the Moors, or the French: but go- think of your Mistresses
Names and Ages, here's Company, and you would not be seen. [Ex. Blunt
and Feth. Enter La Nuche and Aurelia; Will. bows to her. La Nu. Sir,
the Fame of your excellent Knowledge, and what you said to me this
day; has given me a Curiosity to learn my Fate, at least that Fate you
threatened.
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