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A Street before Lovewir's House. Lovewit above.
Enter Officers, MAMMON, SURLY, FACE, KAS-
Mam. Open your door,
Offi. Or we'll break it open.
Love. Have but patience,
Face. Sir h’you done?
Love. Yes, my brain.
Mam. Where is this collier ?
Mam. Madam Suppository?
Oft. Keep the peace.
Mam. The chymical cozener.
Offi. One after ano ner, gentlemen, I charge you. By virtue of
staff. Ana. They are the vessels Of pride, lust, and the cart.
Love. Good zeal, lie still A little while.
Tri. Peace, deacon Ananias.
Love. The house is mine here, and the doors are open: If there be any such persons you seek for, Use your authority; I am but newly come to town, and finding This tumult 'bout my door (to tell you true) It somewhat ’maz'd me; till my man here, fearing My more displeasure, told me he had done
Somewhat an insolent part, let out my house
540 Mam. Are they gone?
Sur. How! have I lost her then?
Love. Were you the don, sir?
Mam. A kind of choughs, Or thievish daws, sir, that have pick'd my purse Of eight-score and ten pounds, within these five weeks, Beside my first materials, and my goods, That lie i’the cellar, which I am glad they ha' left. I may have them home yet. Love. Think you so, sir ? Mam. Ay. Love. By order of law, sir, but not otherwise. Mam. Not mine own stuff?
Love. Sir, I can take no knowledge, That they are yours, but by public means. If you can bring certificate, that you were gulld of them, Or any formal writ out of a court, That
you did cozen yourself, I will not hold them. Mam. l'll rather lose them.
Love. That you shall not, sir, By me, in troth. Upon these terms they are yours. What should they ha' been, sir, turn’d into gold all ?
Mam. No. I cannot tell. It may be they should. What then?
Love. What a great loss in hope have you sustain’d?
Mam. Not I, the commonwealth has.
Sur. Must I needs cheat myself,
Enter ANANIAS and TRIBULATION.
Trib. 'Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go, And get some carts
Love. For what, my zealous friends ?
Ana. To bear away the portion of the righteous
600 Ana. The goods, sometimes the orphans, that the
brethren Bought with their silver pence.
Love. What, those i' the cellar, The knight sir Mammon claims !
Ana. I do defy
Love. Mine earnest vehement botcher,
Ana. I am strong,