SCENE II.
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Enter Antonio and his Servant.
Ant. With all my Jewels? Ser. All, Sir. Ant. And that mony I left i'th' trunk? Ser. The Trunk broke, and that gone too. Ant. Francisco of the plot? Ser. Gone with the wench too. Ant. The mighty pox go with 'em: belike they thought I was no man of this world, and those trifles Would but disturb my conscience. Ser. Sure they thought, Sir, You would not live to persecute 'em. Ant. Whore and Fidler, Why, what a consort have they made! Hen and Bacon! Well my sweet Mistris, well good Madam mar-tail? You that have hung about my neck, and lick't me, I'le try how handsomely your Ladyship Can hang upon a Gallows, there's your Master-piece; But hark ye Sirrah, no imagination Of where they should be? Ser. None, Sir, yet we have search'd All places we suspected; I believe, Sir, They have taken towards the Ports. Ant. Get me a conjurer, One that can raise a water Devil, I'le port 'em; Play at duck and drake with my mony; take heed Fidler; I'le dance ye by this hand, your Fidle-stick I'le grease of a new fashion, for presuming To meddle with my degamboys: get me a Conjurer, Enquire me out a man that lets out Devils: None but my C. Cliffe serve your turn? Ser. I know not— Ant. In every street, Tom fool, any blear-ey'd people With red heads, and flat noses can perform it; Thou shalt know 'em by their half Gowns and no Breeches: Mount my Mare Fidler? ha boy! up at first dash? Sit sure, I'le clap a nettle, and a smart one, Shall make your Filly firk: I will fine Fidler, I'le put you to your plunge, Boy: Sirrah meet me Some two hours hence at home; in the mean time Find out a conjurer and know his price, How he will let his Devils by the day out, I'le have 'em, and they be above ground. [Ex. Ant. Ser. Now bless me, What a mad man is this! I must do something To please his humour: such a man I'le ask for, And tell him where he is: but to come near him, Or have any thing to do with his don Devils, I thank my fear, I dare not, nor I will not. [Exit.