the matter, Sir?

_Blunt._ Stark mad, 'dshartlikins.

Feth. _Of a Comely Countenance_-- well, Lieutenant, the most heroick and
illustrious Madona! Thou saw'st her, _Ned_: _And of a comely Counte--
_The most Magnetick Face-- well-- I knew the Charms of these Eyes of
mine were not made in vain: I was design'd for great things, that's
certain-- _And a sweeter Creature in the World there could not be._

[Singing.

_Blunt._ What then the two Lady Monsters are forgotten? the Design upon
the Million of Money, the Coach and Six, and Patent for Right
Worshipful, all drown'd in the Joy of this new Mistress?-- But well,
Lieutenant, since he is so well provided for, you may put in with me for
a Monster; such a Jest, and such a Sum, is not to be lost.

_Shift._ Nor shall not, or I have lost my Aim. [Aside.

_Feth._ [Putting off his Hat.] Your Pardons, good Gentlemen; and tho I
perceive I shall have no great need for so trifling a Sum as a hundred
thousand Pound, or so, yet a Bargain's a Bargain, Gentlemen.

_Blunt._ Nay,'dsheartlikins, the Lieutenant scorns to do a foul thing,
d'ye see, but we would not have the Monsters slighted.

_Feth._ Slighted! no, Sir, I scorn your Words, I'd have ye to know, that
I have as high a Respect for Madam Monster, as any Gentleman in
Christendom, and so I desire she should understand.

_Blunt._ Why, this is that that's handsom.

_Shift._ Well, the Mountebank's come, Lodgings are taken at his House,
and the Guardian prepar'd to receive you on the aforesaid Terms, and
some fifty Pistoles to the Mountebank to stand your Friend, and the
Business is done. Feth. Which shall be perform'd accordingly, I have it
ready about me.

_Blunt._ And here's mine, put 'em together, and let's be speedy, lest
some should bribe higher, and put in before us.
[_Feth._ takes the Money, and looks pitiful on't.

_Feth._ Tis a plaguy round Sum, _Ned_, pray God it turn to Account.

_Blunt._ Account, 'dsheartlikins, 'tis not in the Power of mortal Man to
cozen 'me.

_Shift._ Oh fie, Sir, cozen you, Sir!-- well, you'll stay here and see
the Mountebank, he's coming forth.

[A Hollowing. Enter from the Front a Bank, a Pageant, which they
fix on the Stage at one side, a little Pavilion on't, Musick
playing, and Operators round below, or Antickers.

[Musick plays, and an Antick Dance.

Enter _Willmore_ like a Mountebank, with a Dagger in one Hand, and
a Viol in the other, _Harleq