Man. I beleeue any thing now, though I confeſſe His Vices are the moſt extremities 15 I euer knew in nature. But, why loues hee The Diuell ſo?
Wit. O Sr! for hidden treaſure, Hee hopes to finde: and has propos’d himſelfe So infinite a Maſſe, as to recouer, He cares not what he parts with, of the preſent, 20 To his men of Art, who are the race, may coyne him. Promiſe gold-mountaines, and the couetous Are ſtill moſt prodigall.
Man. But ha’ you faith, That he will hold his bargaine?
Wit. O deare, Sir! He will not off on’t. Feare him not. I know him. 25 One baſeneſſe ſtill accompanies another. See! he is heere already, and his wife too.
Man. A wondrous handſome creature, as I liue!
[203] SD. Act. ...] om. Scene III. A Room in Fitzdottrel’s House. Enter Wittipol, Manly, and Engine. G
[204] 2 SN.] gone. [Exit Engine.] || fixed! [knocks him on the breast. G
Act. I. Scene. VI. [105]
Fitz-dottrell. Miſtreſſe Fitz-dottrell.
Wittipol. Manly.