A Chamber, a Table with Books and Globes.
Kite disguised in a strange Habit, sitting at a Table.
Kite. [Rising.] By the position of the heavens, gained from my observation upon these celestial globes, I find that Luna was a tide-waiter, Sol a surveyor, Mercury a thief, Venus a whore, Saturn an alderman, Jupiter a rake, and Mars a serjeant of grenadiers—and this is the system of Kite the conjurer.
Enter Plume and Worthy.
Plume. Well, what success?
Kite. I have sent away a shoemaker and a tailor already; one's to be a captain of marines, and the other a major of dragoons—I am to manage them at night——Have you seen the lady, Mr. Worthy?
Wor. Ay, but it won't do—Have you showed her her name, that I tore off from the bottom of the letter?
Kite. No, sir, I reserve that for the last stroke.
Plume. What letter?
Wor. One that I would not let you see, for fear that you should break windows in good earnest. Here captain, put it into your pocket-book, and have it ready upon occasion.