CAPTAIN. Who, he? he’s a rare friend of mine, an admirable fellow, Knight, the finest fortune-teller. SIR GODFREY. Oh, tis he indeed that came to my Lady sister, and foretold the loss of my chain. I am not angry with him now, for I see twas my fortune to loose it.—By your leave, Master Fortune-teller, I had a glimpse on you at home at my Sisters the Widdows, there you prophesied of the loss of a chain:—simply tho I stand here, I was he that lost it. PYE. Was it you, sir? EDMOND. A my troth, Nuckle, he’s the rarest fellow: has told me my fortune so right; I find it so right to my nature. SIR GODFREY. What ist? God send it a good one! EDMOND. O, tis a passing good one, Nuncle: for he says I shall prove such an excellent gamester in my time, that I shall spend all faster then my father got it. SIR GODFREY. There’s a fortune, in deed! EDMOND. Nay, it hits my humour so pat. SIR GODFREY. Aye, that will be the end ont: will the Curse of the beggar prevail so much, that the son shall consume that foolishly, which the father got craftily? Aye, aye, aye; twill, twill, twill. PYE. Stay, stay, stay. [Pye-board with an Almanack and the Captain.] CAPTAIN. Turn over, George. PYE. June—July: here, July; that’s this month. Sunday thirteen, yester day forteen, to day fifteen. CAPTAIN. Look quickly for the fifteen day:—if within the compass of these two days there would be some Boystrous storm or other, it would be the best, I’d defer him off till then: some tempest, and it be thy will. PYE. Here’s the fifteen day—hot and fair. CAPTAIN. Puh, would t’ad been hot and foul. PYE. The sixteen day; that’s to morrow: the morning for the most part fair and pleasant— CAPTAIN. No luck. PYE. But about high-noon, lightning and thunder. CAPTAIN. Lightning and thunder! admirable, best of all: I’ll conjure to morrow just at high noon, George. PYE. Happen but true to morrow, Almanack, and I’ll give thee leave to lie all the year after. CAPTAIN. Sir, I must crave your patience, to bestow this day upon me, that I may furnish my self strongly. I sent a spirit into Lancashire tother day, to fetch back a knave Drover, and I look for his return this evening. To morrow morning my friend here and I will come and break-fast with you. SIR GODFREY. Oh, you shall be both most welcome. CAPTAIN. And about Noon, without fail, I purpose to conjure. SIR GODFREY. Mid noon will be a fine time for you. EDMOND. Conjuring! do you mean to conjure at our house to morrow, sir? CAPTAIN. Marry, do I, sir: tis my intent, young Gentleman. EDMOND. By my troth, I’ll love you while I live fort. O rare, Nicholas, we shall have conjuring to morrow. NICHOLAS. Puh! Aye, I could ha told you of that. CAPTAIN. Law, he could ha told him of that! fool, cockscomb, could ye? EDMOND. Do you hear me, sir? I desire more acquaintance on you: you shall earn some money of me, now I know you can conjure; but can you fetch any that is lost? CAPTAIN. Oh, any thing that’s lost.