Feth. Nay, I'll peach him in
the Inquisition for a Wizard, and have him hang'd for a Witch. Shift.
Sir, we are Gentlemen, and you shall have the thirds of their Portion,
what wou'd you more? [Aside to the Guar. Look ye, Sir. [Pulls off
their Disguise. Blunt. Hunt! Feth. Shift! We are betray'd: all will
out to the captain. Will. He shall know no more of it than he does
already for me, Gentlemen. [Pulls off his Disguise. Blunt. Willmore!
Feth. Ay, ay, 'tis he. Blunt. Draw, Sir- you know me- Will. -For one
that 'tis impossible to cozen. [All laugh. Beau. Have a care, Sir, we
are all for the Captain. Feth. As for that, Sir, we fear ye not, d'ye
see, were you Hercules and all his Myrmidons. [Draws, but gets behind.
Will. Fools, put up your Swords, Fools, and do not publish the Jest;
your Money you shall have again, on condition you never pretend to be
wiser than your other Men, but modestly believe you may be cozen'd as
well as your Neighbours. [The Guardian talking with Hunt and Shift and
Giant this while. Feth. La you, Ned, why shou'd Friends fall out?
Blunt. Cozen'd! it may be not, Sir; the Essex Fool, the cozen'd dull
Rogue can shew Moveables or so- nay, they are right too- [Shews his
Jewels. This is no Naples Adventure, Gentlemen, no Copper Chains; all
substantial Diamonds, Pearls and Rubies- [Will.
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