The Puritaine Widdow Part 20

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 compa.s.s 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 Lancas.h.i.+re 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 G.o.dFREY.

Oh, you shall be both most welcome.

CAPTAIN.

And about Noon, without fail, I purpose to conjure.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

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, c.o.c.ks...o...b.. 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.

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 G.o.dFREY.

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.