Player. I pray, sir, when this new invention is produced, let me not be forgotten.
Had. I'll sooner forget to be a jig-maker. [Exit Player.] So, here's four angels I little dreamt of. Nay, and there be money to be gotten by foolery, I hope fortune will not see me want. Atlas, Atlas!
Enter Atlas.
What, was my country coz here since?
Atlas. Why, did he promise to come again, seeing how the case stood wi' ye?
Had. Yea, and to advance my downfallen fortunes, Atlas.
Atlas. But ye are not sure he meant it ye, when he spake it.
Had. No, nor is it in man to conjecture rightly the thought by the tongue.
Atlas. Why, then, I'll believe it when I see it. If you had been in prosperity when he had promised you this kindness——
Had. I had not needed it.