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 To live i'th Court, here: and observe the Duchesse, To note all the particulars of her haviour: What suitors doe sollicite her for marriage And whom she best affects: she's a yong widowe, I would not have her marry againe.

Bos. No, Sir?

Ferd. Doe not you aske the reason: but be satisfied, I say I would not.

Bos. It seemes you would create me One of your familiars.

Ferd. Familiar? what's that?

Bos. Why, a very quaint invisible Divell, in flesh: An Intelligencer.

Ferd. Such a kind of thriving thing I would wish thee: and ere long, thou maist arrive At a higher place by't.

Bos. Take your Divels Which Hell calls Angels: these curs'd gifts would make You a corrupter, me an impudent traitor, And should I take these they 'll'd take me Hell.

Fer. Sir, I'll take nothing from you, that I have given: There is a place, that I procur'd for you This morning: (the Provisor-ship o'th' horse) Have you heard out?

Bos. Noe.

Fer. 'Tis yours, is't not worth thankes?

Bos. I would have you curse your selfe now, that your bounty (Which makes men truly noble) ere should make Me a villaine: oh, that to avoid ingratitude For the good deed you have done me, I must doe All the ill man can invent: Thus the Divell Candies all sinnes are: and what Heaven termes vild, That names he complementall.

Fer. Be your selfe: Keepe your old garbe of melencholly: 'twill expresse You envy those that stand above your reach, Yet strive not to come neere'em: This will gaine