[Enter Sir Godfrey, Widdow, Frances, Nicholas with the Chain.]
SIR GODFREY.
I have my Chain again, my Chain’s found again. O sweet
Captain, O admirable Conjurer. [Edmond strikes him.] Oh!
what mean you by that, Nephew?
EDMOND.
Nephew? I hope you do not know me, Uncle?
WIDOW.
Why did you strike your Uncle, sir?
EDMOND.
Why, Captain, am I not invisible?
CAPTAIN.
A good jest, George!—not now you are not, Sir.
Why, did you not see me when I did uncharm you?
EDMOND.
Not I by my troth, Captain. Then pray you pardon me, Uncle;
I thought I’d been invisible when I struck you.
SIR GODFREY.
So, you would doo’t? go,—y’are a foolish Boy,
And were I not o’er-come with greater joy,
I’d make you taste correction.
EDMOND. Correction, push!—no, neither you nor my Mother shall think to whip me as you have done.
SIR GODFREY. Captain, my joy is such, I know not how to thank you: let me embrace you, hug you. O my sweet Chain! Gladness ’een makes me giddy. Rare man! twas as just ith’ Rosemary bank, as if one should ha’ laid it there—oh, cunning, cunning!