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 Sub.Peace. He'll overhear you. Sir, should she but see him—

Face.What?

Sub.Do not you tell him.

Face.Will he win at cards too?

Sub.The spirits of dead Holland, living Isaac, You'd swear, were in him; such a vigorous luck As cannot be resisted. 'Slight, he'll put Six of your gallants to a cloke, indeed.

Face.A strange success, that some man shall be born to!

Sub.He hears you, man

Dap.Sir, I'll not be ingrateful.

Face.Faith, I have confidence in his good nature: You hear, he says he will not be ingrateful.

Sub.Why, as you please; my venture follows yours.

Face.Troth, do it, doctor; think him trusty, and make him. He may make us both happy in an hour; Win some five thousand pound, and send us two on't.