CAPTAIN. Sir, I must crave your patience, to bestow this day upon me, that I may furnish my self strongly. I sent a spirit into Lancashire tother day, to fetch back a knave Drover, and I look for his return this evening. To morrow morning my friend here and I will come and break-fast with you.
SIR GODFREY.
Oh, you shall be both most welcome.
CAPTAIN.
And about Noon, without fail, I purpose to conjure.
SIR GODFREY.
Mid noon will be a fine time for you.
EDMOND. Conjuring! do you mean to conjure at our house to morrow, sir?
CAPTAIN.
Marry, do I, sir: tis my intent, young Gentleman.
EDMOND.
By my troth, I’ll love you while I live fort. O rare,
Nicholas, we shall have conjuring to morrow.
NICHOLAS.
Puh! Aye, I could ha told you of that.
CAPTAIN. Law, he could ha told him of that! fool, cockscomb, could ye?
EDMOND. Do you hear me, sir? I desire more acquaintance on you: you shall earn some money of me, now I know you can conjure; but can you fetch any that is lost?