ACT. I. SCENE. VII.
HEere is one Ingine, Sir, desires to speake with you.
Where, Ingine?
Can hee not coniure at all?
'Tis true, and I lie fallow for't, the while!
O, Sir! you'll grow the richer for the rest.
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HEere is one Ingine, Sir, desires to speake with you.
Where, Ingine?
Can hee not coniure at all?
'Tis true, and I lie fallow for't, the while!
O, Sir! you'll grow the richer for the rest.
By my meanes?
How should he haue'hem else?
That Gallant?
Is he a gallant?