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] Pellegrin. Art mad?

Nassurat. By this light, three or four of their skins, and

we'd rob! 'Twould be the better way. Come, come, let's

go.

Captain. Let the horse skirt about this place: we'll make

A search within.

Now disperse:

I' th' hollow of the wood we'll meet again.

Soldiers. Who goes there? Speak! O, they are fiddlers!

Saw you no men nor horse i' th' wood to-day

As you came along?

Nassurat. Speak, speak, rogue.

1st Fiddler. None, sir.

Soldiers. Pass on.

Nassurat. Gentlemen, what say you to th' invention

now? I'm a rogue, if I do not think I was design'd for

the helm of state: I am so full of nimble stratagems,

that I should have ordered affairs, and carried it against

the stream of a faction with as much ease as a skipper

would laver it against the wind.

Captain. What, no news of any?

Soldiers. No, not a man stirring.

Soho! away, away!

Captain. What? any discovery?

Soldier. Yes, the horse has staid three fellows, fiddlers

they call themselves. There's something in't: they look

suspiciously. One of them has offer'd at confession once or

twice, like a weak stomach at vomiting; but 'twould not

out.

Captain. A little cold iron thrust down his throat will

fetch it up. I am excellent at discovery, and can draw a

secret out of a knave with as much dexterity as a barber-

surgeon would a hollow tooth. Let's join forces with

them.