PYE.
O, cry you mercy, sir. [Whispering]
CAPTAIN. I understand that you are my Kinsman’s good Master, and in regard of that, the best of my skill is at your service: but had you fortuned a mere stranger, and made no means to me by acquaintance, I should have utterly denied to have been the man; both by reason of the act past in Parliament against Conjurers and Witches, as also, because I would not have my Art vulgar, trite, and common.
SIR GODFREY. I much commend your care therein, good Captain Conjurer, and that I will be sure to have it private enough, you shall doot in my Sister’s house,—mine own house, I may call it, for both our charges therein are proportioned.
CAPTAIN.
Very good, sir—what may I call your loss, sir?
SIR GODFREY. O you may call’t a great loss, sir, a grievous loss, sir; as goodly a Chain of gold, tho I say it, that wore it: how sayest thou, Nicholas?
NICHOLAS.
O ’twas as delicious a Chain a Gold! Kinsman, you know,—
SIR GODFREY.
You know? did you know’t, Captain?
CAPTAIN. Trust a fool with secrets!—Sir, he may say I know: his meaning is, because my Art is such, that by it I may gather a knowledge of all things.
SIR GODFREY.
Aye, very true.
CAPTAIN. A pax of all fools—the excuse struck upon my tongue like Ship-pitch upon a Mariner’s gown, not to come off in haste— Ber-lady, Knight, to loose such a fair Chain a gold were a foul loss. Well, I can put you in this good comfort on’t: if it be between Heaven and Earth, Knight, I’ll ha’t for you.