Ri. A monopolie say you For Perriwigs?
En. Is't not a rare designe? and by such art
And reasons I can name, most beneficiall
To the common wealth, preventing the diseases
Which some unwholsome haire breeds in mens heads,
It will be worth our agitation, Sir;
And you, after the rate of every thousand
Per Annum milk'd out of the comon purse
Into your owne, may easily defaulke
To me a hundred for my first projection.
Did I not love you, Sir, I could make choice
Of other able men that would be glad
To multiplie their money.
Ri. Sir, I thanke you,
But have no mind to thrive upon abuse of
My princes favour nor the peoples curse.
Here is a gentleman, Sir Francis Courtwell,
Perhapps will undertake it.
Fra. What, Sir Richard?
Ri. A Monopolie for composeing and selling of perriwiggs.
Fra. Excuse me, Sir, I dare not deale in 'em. If I be not mistaken, Sir, your name Is Engine?
En. Yes, Sir.
Fra. The proiector generall?
If I may advise you, Sir, you should make your will,
Take some convenient phisick and dye tymely
To save your credit, and an execution:
It is thought else—
En. Oh—
Fra. What aile you, Sir?