EDMOND. Why, look you, sir, I tel’t you as a friend and a Conjurer, I should marry a Poticaries daughter, and twas told me she lost her maidenhead at Stonie-stratford; now if you’ll do but so much as conjure fort, and make all whole again— CAPTAIN. That I will, sir. EDMOND. By my troth, I thanks you, la. CAPTAIN. A little merry with your sister’s son, sir. SIR GODFREY. Oh, a simple young man, very simple: come, Captain, and you, sir, we’ll e’en part with a gallon of wine till to morrow break-fast. PYE AND CAPTAIN. Troth, agreed, sir. NICHOLAS. Kinsman—Scholar? PYE. Why, now thou art a good Knave, worth a hundred Brownists. NICHOLAS. Am I indeed, la? I thank you truly, la. [Exeunt.] ACTUS 4. SCENE I. An apartment in the Widow’s house. [Enter Moll, and Sir John Penny-dub.] PENNY. But I hope you will not serve a Knight so, Gentlewoman, will you? to cashier him, and cast him off at your pleasure? what, do you thiunk I was dubbed for nothing? no, by my faith, Ladies daughter. MOLL. Pray, Sir John Pennydub, let it be deferred awhile. I have as big a heart to marry as you can have; but as the Fortune- teller told me— PENNY. Pax a’th Fortune-teller! would Derecke had been his fortune seven year ago, to cross my love thus! did he know what case I was in? why, this is able to make a man drown himself in’s Father’s fish-pond. MOLL. And then he told me more-over, Sir John, that the breach of it kept my Father in Purgatory. PENNY. In Purgatory? why let him purge out his heart there, what have we to do with that? there’s Philistions enow there to cast his water: is that any matter to us? how can he hinder our love? why, let him be hangd now he’s dead!—Well, have I rid my post day and night, to bring you merry news of my father’s death, and now— MOLL. Thy Father’s death? is the old Faarmer dead? PENNY. As dead as his Barn door, Moll. MOLL. And you’ll keep your word with me now, Sir John, that I shall have my Coach and my Coach-man? PENNY. Aye, faith. MOLL. And two white Horses with black Feathers to draw it? PENNY. Too. MOLL. A guarded Lackey to run befor’t, and pied liveries to come trashing after’t. PENNY. Thou shalt, Moll. MOLL. And to let me have money in my purse to go whether I will. PENNY. All this. MOLL. Then come what so ere comes on’t, we’ll be made sure together before the Maids a’ the Kitchen. [Exeunt.] SCENE II. A room in the Widow’s house, with a door at the side, leading to another apartment. [Enter Widdow, with her eldest Daughter Frances and Frailty.] WIDOW. How now? where’s my Brother, Sir Godfrey? went he forth this morning? FRAILTY. O no, Madame, he’s above at break-fast, with, sir reverence, a Conjurer. WIDOW. A Conjurer? what manner a fellow is he? FRAILTY. Oh, a wondrous rare fellow, Mistress, very strongly made upward, for he goes in a Buff-jerkin: he says he will fetch Sir Godfrey’s Chain again, if it hang between heaven and earth.