Will. He shall know no more of it than he does already for me, Gentlemen. [Pulls off his Disguise. Blunt. _Willmore!_ Feth. Ay, ay,’tis he. Blunt. Draw, Sir—you know me— Will. —For one that ’tis impossible to cozen. [All laugh. Beau. Have a care, Sir, we are all for the Captain. Feth. As for that, Sir, we fear ye not, d’ye see, were you _Hercules_ and all his Myrmidons. [Draws, but gets behind. Will. Fools, put up your Swords, Fools, and do not publish the Jest; your Money you shall have again, on condition you never pretend to be wiser than your other Men, but modestly believe you may be cozen’d as well as your Neighbours. [The _Guardian_ talking with _Hunt_ and _Shift_ and _Giant_ this while. Feth. La you, _Ned_, why shou’d Friends fall out? Blunt. Cozen’d! it may be not, Sir; for look ye, Sir, the _Essex_ Fool, the cozen’d dull Rogue can shew Moveables or so—nay, they are right too— [Shews his Jewels. This is no _Naples_ Adventure, Gentlemen, no Copper 210 Chains; all substantial Diamonds, Pearls and Rubies— [_Will._ takes the Casket, and looks in it. La Nu. Hah, do not I know that Casket, and those Jewels! Feth. How the Pox came this Rogue by these? Will. Hum, _Edward_, I confess you have redeem’d your Reputation, and shall hereafter pass for a Wit—by what good fortune came you by this Treasure?—what Lady— Blunt. Lady, Sir! alas no, I’m a Fool, a Country Fop, an Ass, I; but that you may perceive your selves mistaken, Gentlemen, this is but an earnest of what’s to come, a small token of remembrance, or so—and yet I have no Charms, I; the fine Captain has all the Wit and Beauty—but thou’rt my Friend, and I’ll impart. [Brings out _Petronella_ veil’d. Enter _Aurelia_ and _Sancho_. Aur. Hither we trac’d her, and see she’s yonder. San. Sir, in the King’s Name lay hold of this old Cheat, she has this Night robb’d our _Patrona_ of a hundred thousand Crowns in Money and Jewels. Blunt. Hah! [Gets from her. La Nu. You are mistaken, Friend _Sancho_, she only seiz’d ’em for my use, and has deliver’d ’em in trust to my Friend the Captain. Pet. Hah, _La Nuche!_ Blunt. How! cozen’d again! Will. Look ye, Sir, she’s so beautiful, you need no Portion, that alone’s sufficient for Wit. Feth. Much good may do you with your rich Lady, _Edward._ Blunt. Death, this Fool laugh at me too—well, I am an errant right-down Loggerhead, a dull conceited cozen’d silly Fool; and he that ever takes me for any other, ’Dshartlikins, I’ll beat him. I forgive you all, and will henceforth be good-natur’d; wo’t borrow any Money? Pox on’t, I’ll lend as far as e’er ’twill go, for I am now reclaim’d. 211 Guar. Here is a Necklace of Pearl lost, which, Sir, I lay to your Charge. [To _Fetherfool_. Feth. Hum, I was bewitcht I did not rub off with it when it was mine—who, I? if e’er I saw a Necklace of Pearl, I wish ’twere in my Belly.