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Act. I. Scene. V.
VVittipol. Manly.
Ingine, you hope o’ your halfe piece? ’Tis there, Sir. Be gone. Friend Manly, who’s within here? fixed? Wittipol knocks his friend o’ the breſt. Man. I am directly in a fit of wonder What’ll be the iſſue of this conference!
Wit. For that, ne’r vex your ſelfe, till the euent. 5 How like yo’ him?
Man. I would faine ſee more of him.
Wit. What thinke you of this?
Man. I am paſt degrees of thinking. Old Africk, and the new America, With all their fruite of Monſters cannot ſhew So iuſt a prodigie.
Wit. Could you haue beleeu’d, 10 Without your ſight, a minde ſo ſordide inward, Should be ſo ſpecious, and layd forth abroad, To all the ſhew, that euer ſhop, or ware was?