Mer. Yes, and as true a wine, as the wines of France, Or Spaine, or Italy, Looke of what grape 100 My raiſin is, that wine I’ll render perfect, As of the muſcatell grape, I’ll render muſcatell; Of the Canary, his; the Claret, his; So of all kinds: and bate you of the prices, Of wine, throughout the kingdome, halfe in halfe. 105
Ing. But, how, Sr, if you raiſe the other commodity, Rayſins?
Mer. Why, then I’ll make it out of blackberries: And it ſhall doe the ſame. ’Tis but more art, And the charge leſſe. Take out another.
Fit. No, good Sir. Saue you the trouble, I’le not looke, nor heare 110 Of any, but your firſt, there; the Drown’d-land: If’t will doe, as you ſay.
Mer. Sir, there’s not place, To gi’ you demonſtration of theſe things. [114] They are a little to ſubtle. But, I could ſhew you Such a neceſſity in’t, as you muſt be 115 But what you pleaſe: againſt the receiu’d hereſie, That England beares no Dukes. Keepe you the land, Sr, The greatneſſe of th’ eſtate ſhall throw’t vpon you. If you like better turning it to money, What may not you, Sr, purchaſe with that wealth? 120 Say, you ſhould part with two o’ your millions, To be the thing you would, who would not do’t? As I proteſt, I will, out of my diuident, Lay, for ſome pretty principality, In Italy, from the Church: Now, you perhaps, 125 Fancy the ſmoake of England, rather? But— Ha’ you no priuate roome, Sir, to draw to, T’enlarge our ſelues more vpon.
Fit. O yes, Diuell!
Mer. Theſe, Sir, are bus’neſſes, aske to be carryed With caution, and in cloud.
Fit. I apprehend, 130 They doe ſo, Sr. Diuell, which way is your Miſtreſſe?
Pvg. Aboue, Sr. in her chamber.
Fit. O that’s well. Then, this way, good, Sir.