Dru. This, and't please your Worship,
I am a yong beginner, and am building
Of a new shop, and't like your worship, just
At Corner of a Street: (Here's the plot on't.)
And I would know, by art, Sir, of your Worship,
Which way I should make my dore, by Necromancie.
And where my Shelves. And which should be for Boxes,
And which for Potts. I would be glad to thrive, Sir,
And, I was wish'd to your Worship by a Gentleman,
One Captaine Face, that say's you know mens Planets,
And their good Angels, and their bad.
Sub. I doe
If I do see 'hem.[97]
Face. What! my honest Abel?
Thou art well met here.
Dru. Troth, Sir, I was speaking
Just as your Worship came here, of your Worship.
I pray you, speake for me to Mr Doctor.
Face. He shall doe anything. Doctor, doe you heare?
This is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow.
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Sub. H'is a fortunate fellow, that I am sure on.