EDMOND. I would you could make me believe that, ifaith. Why, do you think I cannot smell his savour from another? yet I take it kindly from you, because you would not put me in a fear, ifaith; a my troth, I shall love you for this the longest day of my life.
CAPTAIN.
Puh, tis nothing, sir: love me when you see more.
EDMOND. Mass, now I remember, I’ll look whether he has singed the hangings or no.
PYE. Captain, to entertain a little sport till they come, make him believe you’ll charm him invisible: he’s apt to admire any thing, you see. Let him alone to give force too’te.
CAPTAIN.
Go, retire to yonder end then.
EDMOND.
I protest you are a rare fellow, are you not?
CAPTAIN. O master Edmond, you know but the least part of me yet: why, now at this instant I could but florish my wand thrice o’er your head, and charm you invisible.
EDMOND. What, you could not? make me walk invisible, man! I should laugh at that, ifaith; troth, I’ll requite your kindness and you’ll do’t, good Captain conjurer.
CAPTAIN.
Nay, I should hardly deny you such a small kindness, Master
Edmond Plus: why, look you, sir, tis no more but this and thus
and again, and now yar invisible!
EDMOND.
Am I, ifaith? who would think it?