Act. I. Scene. IIII.
Ingine. Wittipol. Manly.
Fitzdottrell. Pvg.
Yonder hee walkes, Sir, I’ll goe lift him for you.
Wit. To him, good Ingine, raiſe him vp by degrees, Gently, and hold him there too, you can doe it. Shew your ſelfe now, a Mathematicall broker.
Ing. I’ll warrant you for halfe a piece.
Wit. ’Tis done, Sr. 5
Man. Is’t poſſible there ſhould be ſuch a man?
Wit. You ſhall be your owne witneſſe, I’ll not labour To tempt you paſt your faith.
Man. And is his wife So very handſome, ſay you?
Wit. I ha’ not ſeene her, Since I came home from trauell: and they ſay, 10 Shee is not alter’d. Then, before I went, I ſaw her once; but ſo, as ſhee hath ſtuck Still i’ my view, no obiect hath remou’d her.