MOUNTNEY.
But is that true? My Lord, I hope you do but jest.
VALINGFORD.
I would I did; then were my grief the less.
MOUNTNEY.
Nay, never grieve; for if the cause be such
To join our thoughts in such a Simpathy,
All envy set aside, let us agree
To yield to eithers fortune in this choice.
VALINGFORD.
Content, say I: and what so ere befall,
Shake hands, my Lord, and fortune thrive at all.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II.
SCENE I. Manchester. The Mill.
[Enter Em and Trotter, the Millers man, with a kerchife on his
head, and an Urinall in his hand.]
EM.
Trotter, where have you been?
TROTTER.
Where have I been? why, what signifies this?
EM.
A kerchiefe, doth it not?
TROTTER.
What call you this, I pray?
EM.
I say it is an Urinall.
TROTTER.
Then this is mystically to give you to understand, I have
been at the Phismicaries house.
EM.
How long hast thou been sick?
TROTTER.
Yfaith, even as long as I have not been half well, and that
hath been a long time.
EM.
A loitering time, I rather imagine.
TROTTER.
It may be so: but the Phismicary tells me that you can help
Me.
EM.
Why, any thing I can do for recovery of thy health be right
well assured of.
TROTTER.
Then give me your hand.
EM.
To what end?
TROTTER.
That the ending of an old indenture is the beginning of a
new bargain.
EM.
What bargain?
TROTTER.
That you promised to do any thing to recover my health.
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