NICHOLAS. Nay, grace of God, I’ll rob him on’t suddenly, and hang it in the Rosemary bank; but I bear that mind, Cousin, I would not steal any thing, me thinks, for mine own Father. SKIRMISH. He bears a good mind in that, Captain! PYE. Why, well said; he begins to be an honest felow, faith. CORPORAL. In troth, he does. NICHOLAS. You see, Cousin, I am willing to do you any kindness, always saving my self harmless. [Exit Nicholas.] CAPTAIN. Why, I thank thee; fare thee well, I shall requite it. CORPORAL. Twill be good for thee, Captain, that thou has such an egregious Ass to thy Cousin. CAPTAIN. Aye, is he not a fine fool, Corporal? But, George, thou talkst of Art and Conjuring; How shall that be? PYE. Puh, be’t not in your care: Leave that to me and my directions. Well, Captain, doubt not thy delivery now, E’en with the vantage, man, to gain by prison, As my thoughts prompt me: hold on, brain and plot! I aim at many cunning far events, All which I doubt not but to hit at length. I’ll to the Widdow with a quaint assault. Captain, be merry. CAPTAIN. Who, I? Kerrie, merry, Buff-Jerkin. PYE. Oh, I am happy in more slights, and one will knit strong in another.—Corporal Oath. CORPORAL. Hoh, Bully? PYE. And thou, old Peter Skirmish; I have a necessary task for you Both. SKIRMISH. Lay’t upon, George Pye-board. CORPORAL. What ere it be, we’ll manage it. PYE. I would have you two maintain a quarrel before the Lady Widdow’s door, and draw your swords i’th edge of the Evening; clash a little, clash, clash. CORPORAL. Fuh! Let us alone to make our Blades ring noon, Tho it be after Supper. PYE. I know you can. And out of that false fire, I doubt not but to raise strange belief—And, Captain, to countenance my device the better, and grace my words to the Widdow, I have a good plain Satin suit, that I had of a young Reveller t’other night: for words pass not regarded now a days, unless they come from a good suit of clothes, which the Fates and my wits have bestowed upon me. Well, Captain Idle, if I did not highly love thee, I would ne’er be seen within twelve score of a prison, for I protest at this instant, I walk in great danger of small debts; I owe money to several Hostesses, and you know such Jills will quickly be upon a man’s Jack. CAPTAIN. True, George. PYE. Fare thee well, Captain. Come, Corporal and Ancient! thou Shalt hear more news next time we greet thee. CORPORAL. More news! Aye, by yon Bear at Bridge-Foot in heaven shalt thou. [Exeunt Pye-board, Skirmish, and Oath.] CAPTAIN. Enough: my friends, farewell. This prison shows as if Ghosts did part in Hell. ACT II. SCENE I. A room in the widow’s house. [Enter Moll youngest Daughter to the Widdow: alone.]