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Kite. What says he, Thomas ? Did you speak with
him? Cash. He will expect you, sir, within this half
hour. Kite. Has he the money ready, can you
tell ? Cash. Yes, sir, the money was brought in last
night. Kite. Oh, that's well: fetch me my
His wife, if she be fair, or time or place,
Carry in my cloak again.—Yet, stay.--Yet do, too. I will defer going on all occasions.
Cash. Sir, Snare, your scrivener, will be there with the bonds.
Kite. That's true: fool on me! I had clean forgot it! I must go.—What's o'clock ?
Cash. Exchange time, sir.
Cash. I think he be, sir.
Kite. But he'll prate too, there's no speech of him. No, there were no man o'the earth to Thomas, If I durst trust him ; there is all the doubt. But should he have a chink in him, I were gone, Lost in my fame for ever; talk for th’ Exchange. The manner he hath stood with, till this present, Doth promise no such change! What should I fear
then ? Well, come what will, I'll tempt my fortune once.
Thomas-you may deceive me, but I hope-
Cash. Sir, if a servant's
haud. With all my heart, good Thomas. I have, Thomas, A secret to impart to you_but, When once you
have it, I must seal your lips up. So far I tell
you, Thomas. Cash. Sir, for that. Kite. Nay, hear me out. Think, I esteem you,
Thomas, When I will let you in, thus to my private. It is a thing sits nearer to my crest, Than thou'rt aware of, Thomas. If thou shouldst Reveal it, but
Cash. How! I reveal it !
Kite. Nay, I do not think thou wouldst; but if thou shouldst, 'Twere a great weakness.
Cash. A great treachery :
Kite. Thou wilt not do't then?
Kite. He will not swear; he has some reservation,
Cash. Not yet, sir, but I will,
Kite. No, Thomas, I dare take thy word ;
But if thou wilt swear, do, as thou think'st good;
Cash. By my soul's safety, then, sir, 1 protest
Kite. It's too much; these ceremonies need not;
Cash. Sir, at your pleasure.
Cash. I will, sir.
Cash. Very well, sir.
Kite. To the Exchange; do you hear ?
Cash. I will not, sir.
Kite. I pray you, have a care on't.
other Stranger, or else, fail not to send me word.
Cash. I shall not, sir.
Kite. Bet your special business Now to remember it.
Cash. Sir, I warrant you.
Kite. But, Thomas, this is not the secret, Thomas, I told you
of. Cash. No, sir, I do suppose it. Kite. Believe me, it is not. Cash. Sir, I do believe you. Kite. By Heaven, it is not ! That's enough.-But,
Thomas, I would not you should utter it, do you see, To any creature living; yet I care not. Well, I must hence. Thomas, conceive thus much; It was a trial of you ; when I meant So deep a secret to you, I meant not this, But that I have to tell you. This is nothing, this. But, Thomas, keep this from my wife, I charge you. Lock'd up in silence, midnight, buried here, No greater hell than to be slave to fear, Erit.
Cash. Lock'd up in silence, midnight, buried here. Whence should this food of passion, trow, take.
head? But soft, Here is company; now must I
[Exit. Enter WELLBRED, YOUNG KNO'WELL, BRAINWORM,
BOBADIL, and STEPHEN. Well. Beshrew me, but it was an absolute good jest, and exceedingly well carried.
Y. Kno. Ay, and our ignorance maintained it as well, did it not!
Well. Yes, faith ! But was't possible thou shouldst not know him? I forgive Mr. Stephen, for he is stupidity itself.--Why, Brainworm, who would have thought thou hadst been such an artificer?
Y. Kno. An artificer! An architect! Except a man has studied begging all his lifetime, and been a weaver of language from his infancy, for the clothing of it, I never saw his rival,