[480] 127 our] your 1641
[481] 148 gave G
[482] 149 to] into 1641
[483] 150 SN.] [_Aside to Fitz._ G he wi’] he’ll G
[484] 153 SN.] [_Aside to Gilthead._ G
[485] 159 you] your 1641, f.
[486] 163 SN.] [_Pulls him by the lips._ G
[487] 165 George-G
[488] 166 Lords-] lords W lords’ G
[489] 173 Bristol stone W, G
[490] 174 SN. _He_, _old_ om. G
[491] 177 He is W, G
[492] 178 He has W, G
[493] 178, 180 He’s W, G
[494] 184 equivokes W, G
[495] 185 You’re 1716, W You are G || ’hem] ’em G || o’ ret. G
[496] 186 where it G
[497] 187 SN.] [_To Fitz._] G
[498] 188 dencer 1641 Denier 1716 denier W, G
[499] 196 they’re just a 1716, W they are just a G
[500] 197 SN.] [_Turns them out on table._ G
[501] 199 can. [_Exeunt Fitzdottrel, Gilthead, and Plutarchus._] me.
[_They fall to sharing_. G
[502] 201 Dividend 1716 dividend W, G
[503] 204 o’ ret. G
[504] 205 that is G
[505] 206 Is it W, G
[506] 208 allow 1692, f.
[507] 209 you om. 1692, 1716, W
[508] 212 E’n] Even G
[509] 213 You’ve 1716, W
[510] 218 your om. 1641
[511] 223 you om. 1641
[512] 227 to doe] to be done 1641
[513] 229 audit. [_Exit._ G
[514] 232 vassalage!--_Enter_ ENGINE, _followed by_ WITTIPOLL. G
ACT. IIJ. SCENE. IV.
MERE-CRAFT. INGINE. VVITTIPOL.
How goes the cry?
ING. Excellent well!
MER. Wil’t do?
VVhere’s _Robinſon_?
ING. Here is the Gentleman, Sir.
VVill vndertake t’himſelfe. I haue acquainted him.
MER. VVhy did you ſo?
ING. VVhy, _Robinſon_ would ha’ told him,
You know. And hee’s a pleaſant wit! will hurt 5
Nothing you purpoſe. Then, he’is of opinion,
That _Robinſon_ might want audacity, [129]
She being ſuch a gallant. Now, hee has beene,
In _Spaine_, and knowes the faſhions there; and can
Diſcourſe; and being but mirth (hee ſaies) leaue much, 10
To his care:
MER. But he is too tall!
_He excepts at his ſtature._
ING. For that,
He has the braueſt deuice! (you’ll loue him for’t)
To ſay, he weares _Cioppinos_: and they doe ſo
In _Spaine_. And _Robinſon’s_ as tall, as hee.
MER. Is he ſo?
ING. Euery iot.
MER. Nay, I had rather 15
To truſt a Gentleman with it, o’ the two.
ING. Pray you goe to him, then, Sir, and ſalute him.
MER. Sir, my friend _Ingine_ has acquainted you
With a ſtrange _buſineſſe_, here.
WIT. A merry one, Sir.
The _Duke_ of _Drown’d-land_, and his _Dutcheſſe_?
MER. Yes, Sir. 20
Now, that the _Coniurers_ ha’ laid him by,
I ha’ made bold, to borrow him a while;
WIT. With purpoſe, yet, to put him out I hope
To his beſt vſe?
MER. Yes, Sir.
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