PYE.
I coming to prepare thee, and with news
As happy as thy quick delivery,
Was trac’d out by the sent, arrested, Captain.
CAPTAIN.
Arrested, George!
PYE. Arrested: gesse, gesse; how many Dogs do you think I’d upon me?
CAPTAIN.
Dogs? I say? I know not.
PYE.
Almost as many as George Stone the Bear:
Three at once, three at once.
CAPTAIN.
How didst thou shake ’em off, then?
PYE.
The time is busy, and calls upon out wits.
Let it suffice,
Here I stand safe, and scapt by miracle.
Some other hour shall tell thee, when we’ll steep
Our eyes in laughter. Captain, my device
Leans to thy happiness, for ere the day
Be spent toth’ Girdle, thou shalt be set free.
The Corporal’s in his first sleep, the Chain is missed,
Thy Kinsman has exprest thee, and the old Knight
With Palsey-hams now labours thy release:
What rests is all in thee, to Conjure, Captain.
CAPTAIN. Conjure! sfoot, George, you know the devil a conjuring I can conjure.
PYE.
The Devil of conjuring? Nay, by my fay, I’d not have thee
do so much, Captain, as the Devil a conjuring: look here,
I ha brought thee a circle ready charactered and all.
CAPTAIN. Sfoot, George, art in thy right wits? doost know what thou sayest? why doost talk to a Captain of conjuring? didst thou ever hear of a Captain conjure in thy life? doost cal’t a Circle? tis too wide a thing, me thinks: had it been a lesser Circle, then I knew what to have done.