Cap.  Goe? no more but goe? though I be a Captaine, if I be not chosen in this imployment—­

Tho.  What, then, Captaine?

Cap.  Why, then—­I cannot goe.

Tho.  Very right; but wo’ not those young gentlewomen you talk’d of give a man something to make a man afraid of pepper upon occasion?

Cap.  You will be prating so long till I breake your head for pretending to that which you have not, sirra.

Tho.  Alas, I never had it in my life.

Un.  What’s that, Captaine?

Cap.  Wit, I talke of wit.

Un, Who has any wit? does my man offer to have wit?

Cap.  Nay, take no offence at it, for I meant none to either of you by this sack.  Drawer, give me my oath, cannot you drinke without wit? cannot you game without wit?

Un.  And yet by your favour the gamesters are cald the wits now.

Cap.  Tis no wit to cozen; confederacy and dishonesty will doo’t without wit.  Ile iustifie it:  do not you know the receit of Cozenage? take an ounce of knavery at the least,—­and confederacie is but so many knaves put together,—­then you must take a very fine young Codling heire and pound him as small as you can.

Un.  And what then, Captaine?

Cap.  Why, then you must cozen him.

Un.  But which way?

Cap.  Which way?  Why, which way you will:  is not cozen him enough? thou art a pretty fellow, ile talke with thee.  Thy name’s Thomas; take heed, I say still, Thomas, of being drunke, for it doth drowne the mortall soule; and yours cannot swim, Thomas,—­can it?

Tho.  Not as I know, Captaine; if it scape fire tis as much as I looke for.

Within Eng.  Oh—­oh—­

Cap.  What’s that?

Tho.  Tis Mr. Engine recovered from his dead sleepe. [Exit.

Un.  D’ee heare, Captaine, for all this I have a great mind to a wench, and a wench I must have if there be one above ground.  Oh London, London, thou art full of frank tenements, give me London.  Shall we wheele about yet?

Cap.  Give you London?  Wo’nott Cheapeside serve your turne, or the Exchange?

    Enter Thomas.

Tho.  Oh, gentlemen, Mr. Engine is surely bewitch’d.

Cap.  What, what’s the matter? bring the witch and Mr. Engine before us.

Tho.  He does vomit the strangest things yonder.

Cap.  Did not I say, murder will out?

Tho.  I thinke he has eaten and drunke nothing but Monopolies, and too hard to be digested they come up againe.

Within Eng.  Oh!

Tho.  Harke, I must hold his head. [Exit.

Cap.  Did not I tell you something would come out?