SIR GODFREY. O the devil, sister, ith dining Chamber! sing, Sister, I warrant you that will keep him out: quickly, quickly, quickly.
[Goes in.]
PYE. So, so, so, I’ll release thee: ynough, Captain, ynough; allow us some time to laugh a little: they’re shuddering and shaking by this time, as if an Earth-quake were in their kidneys.
CAPTAIN.
Sirrah, Goerge, how wast, how wast? did I doo’t well ynough?
PYE. Woult believe me, Captain? better then any Conjurer, for here was no harm in this, and yet their horrible expectation satisfied well. You were much beholding to thunder and lightning at this time: it gracst you well I can tell you.
CAPTAIN. I must needs say so, George. Sirrah, if we could ha convoid hither cleanly a cracker or a fire-wheel t’ad been admirable.
PYE.
Blurt, blurt! there’s nothing remains to put thee to pain now,
Captain.
CAPTAIN.
Pain? I protest, George, my heels are sorer, then a Whitson
Morris-dancer.
PYE. All’s past now,—only to reveal that the chains ith Garden where thou knowst it has lain these two days.
CAPTAIN.
But I fear that fox Nicholas has revealed it already.