Nassurat. Let me alone—I have a plot upon a wench.
1st Fiddler. Your worship is merry.
Nassurat. Yes, faith, to see her only. Look you, some55
of you shall go back to th' town and leave us your coats.
My friend and I are excellent at a little instrument; and
then we'll sing catches rarely.
Pellegrin. I understand thee not.
Nassurat. Thou hast no more forecast than a squirrel,60
and hast less wise consideration about thee. Is there a
way safer than this? dost think what we have done will
not be spread beyond this place with every light? Should
we now enter any house thus near the town, and stay all
day, 'twould be suspicious: what pretence have we?65
Pellegrin. He speaks reason, Samorat.
Samorat. I do not like it.
Should anything fall out, 'twould not look well;
I'd not be found so much out of myself,
So far from home as this disguise would make me,70
Almost for certainty of safety.
Nassurat. Certainty! why, this will give it us. Pray
let me govern once.
Samorat. Well,
You suffer'd first with me: now 'tis my turn.75
Pellegrin. Prithee, name not suffering.
Nassurat. Come, come, your coats! our beards will suit
rarely to them. There's more money. Not a word of
anything, as you tender
1st Fiddler. O, sir!80
Nassurat. And see you carry't gravely too! Now, afore
me, Pellegrin's rarely translated! 'Sfoot, they'll appre-
hend the head of the bass-viol as soon as thee, thou art so
like it! Only, I must confess, that has a little the better
face.85
Pellegrin. Has it so? Pox on thee, thou look'st like, I
cannot tell what.
Nassurat. Why, so I would, fool: th' end of my disguise
is to have none know what I am.
Enter a Devil
Look, look, a devil airing himself! I'll catch him like a90
mole, ere he can get underground.
Pellegrin. Nassurat, Nassurat!
Nassurat. Pox on that noise, he's earth'd! Prithee,
let's watch him, and see whether he'll heave again.
