SIR GODFREY. Oh, tis he indeed that came to my Lady sister, and foretold the loss of my chain. I am not angry with him now, for I see twas my fortune to loose it.—By your leave, Master Fortune-teller, I had a glimpse on you at home at my Sisters the Widdows, there you prophesied of the loss of a chain:—simply tho I stand here, I was he that lost it.
PYE.
Was it you, sir?
EDMOND. A my troth, Nuckle, he’s the rarest fellow: has told me my fortune so right; I find it so right to my nature.
SIR GODFREY.
What ist? God send it a good one!
EDMOND. O, tis a passing good one, Nuncle: for he says I shall prove such an excellent gamester in my time, that I shall spend all faster then my father got it.
SIR GODFREY.
There’s a fortune, in deed!
EDMOND.
Nay, it hits my humour so pat.
SIR GODFREY. Aye, that will be the end ont: will the Curse of the beggar prevail so much, that the son shall consume that foolishly, which the father got craftily? Aye, aye, aye; twill, twill, twill.
PYE.
Stay, stay, stay.
[Pye-board with an Almanack and the Captain.]