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Thank you good brother. Truly we ha' past through many dangers; my man shall tell you all, I'm old and crasy, and forget these things.
Pox on't, the Widow's come already; keep 'um here John, till I come back. O are you here sweet-heart?
Who have you yonder, I pray?
O you should not ha' seen 'um yet, they are Maskers.
Not vagrant players, I hope?
No, no, they can onely tumble, and dance upon the rope, you shall see 'um after dinner. Let•s away sweet-heart, the Parson stays for us, he has blown his fingers this hour.
I'm glad the Captain's gone, now will I sneak away, like one that has stolen a silver-spoone.
I'll be your man and follow you.
Who are these Iohn? By your leave, Sir; would you speak with any here?
The Captain, Sir. But I'll take some other time to wait on him, my occasi∣ons call me now.
Nay, pray, Sir, stay. Whom did you say you would speak withall?
The Captain, Sir. But another time will serve. I ha' some haste of busi∣ness.
Whom would he speak with, Iohn? I forget still.
The Captain Sir.
Captain? What Captain Sir?
Your brother I suppose he is.
'Ti, true indeed, I had forgot that my brother was a Captain. I cry you mer∣cy, Page [unnumbered] Sir, he'll be here presently. Are you an English-man, Sir?
Where were you born I pray?
In London, Sir. I must leave you—
In London? y'are an English-man then I see, Sir. Would you have spoke with me Sir?
No, with your brother, but my busi∣ness with him requires not haste, and there∣fore—
You're not in haste you say; pray sit down then: may I crave your name, Sir?
My name's not worth your know∣lede, Sir; but my mans name's Iohn.
(If I be John any more I'll be hang'd) No my name's Timothy, Sir.
Mr. John Timothy? Very well, Sir. You seem to Be a Travellor.
We're newly come out of Affrick, and therefore have some business that re∣quires us
Of Affrick? Law you there now. What Country pray?
Prester John's Country. Fare you well, Sir. now.
Marry God forbid. What come from Prester John, and we not drink a cup of Sack together?
(What shall I do?) Friend, shall I trouble you to shew me where your house of office is?
You'll stay here Mr.—what's your name, pray?
Gods me, 'tis true indeed Mr. John Timothy.
Ill only make water, and come to you.
The door, Sir, is lockt; the Cap∣tain has lockt us all in here, if you•ll be pleas'd to stay, Sir, till he comes—
(I'd as live stay to meet the Devil, or a Sargeant.)
(Would I were hid like maggot in a pescod; we shall be abused I see, oh, oh, oh,)
What makes you quake so, Sir?
Nothing, onely I have an extream list to make water: 'Tis nothing else by this light.
My brother would not have you gone it seems. Your names Mr. John Ti∣mothy, is it?
No, that's my mans name.
O, your mans name; 'tis true, 'tis very true indeed, that's your man's name. You'll pardon me, Sir?
Pray, friend, do you know the great City call'd Astervadil, where my name-sake Prester-Iohn keeps his Court?
Know't? I, very well; I have liv'd there a great while, I have cause to know't.
Ther's a brave Castle of three miles long.
I, and many stately building too.
The noble mens houses are all built of Marble.
They make indeed a glorious show. I ha' seen 'um.
It may be so. But to my knowledg, friend, there is no such City there.
It may be the names are alter'd since I was there. (Here's the Captain, I'll sneak behind the hangings.)