ACT. I. SCENE. V.
INgine, you hope o'your halfe piece? 'Tis there, Sir.
I am directly in a fit of wonder
What'll be the issue of this conference!
For that, ne'r vex your selfe, till the euent.
How like yo'him?
I would faine see more of him.
What thinke you of this?
I am past degrees of thinking.
Old Africk, and the new America,
With all their fruite of Monsters cannot shew
So iust a prodigie.
Could you haue beleeu'd,
Without your sight, a minde so sordide inward,
Should be so specious, and layd forth abroad,
To all the shew, that euer shop, or ware was?
I beleeue any thing now, though I confesse
His Vices are the most extremities
I euer knew in nature. But, why loues hee
The Diuell so?
O Sr! for hidden treasure,
Hee hopes to finde: and has propos'd himselfe
So infinite a Masse, as to recouer,
He cares not what he parts with, of the present,
To his men of Art, who are the race, may coyne him.
Promise gold-mountaines, and the couetous
Are still most prodigall.
But ha' you faith,
That he will hold his bargaine?
O deare, Sir!
He will not off on't. Feare him not. I know him▪
One basenesse still accompanies another.
See! he is heere already, and his wife too.
A wondrous handsome creature, as I liue!