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SCENE iv] LOVE FOR LOVE 243<br />
Sir Samp. Body o' me, I don't know any universal<br />
grievance but a new tax, or the loss of the Canary fleet.<br />
Unless popery should be landed in the west, or the French<br />
fleet were at anchor at Blackwall.<br />
Scan. No! undoubtedly Mr. Foresight knew all this, and<br />
might have prevented it.<br />
Fore. 'Tis no earthquake!<br />
Scan. No, not yet; nor whirlwind. But we don't know<br />
what it may come to.—But it has had a consequence already<br />
that touches us all.<br />
Sir Samp. Why, body o' me, out with't.<br />
Scan. Something has appeared to your son Valentine.—<br />
He's gone to bed upon't, and very ill.—He speaks little,<br />
yet says he has a world to say. Asks for his father and the<br />
wise Foresight; talks of Raymond Lully, and the ghost of<br />
Lilly. He has secrets to impart I suppose to you two. I can<br />
get nothing out of him but sighs. He desires he may see you<br />
in the morning, but would not be disturbed to-night,<br />
because he has some business to do in a dream.<br />
Sir Samp. Hoity, toity, what have I to do with his dreams<br />
or his divinations?—Body o' me, this is a trick to defer<br />
signing the conveyance. I warrant the devil will trll him in<br />
a dream, that he must not part with his estate; but I'll<br />
bring him a parson, to tell him that the devil's a liar; or,<br />
if that won't do, I'll bring a lawyer that shall outlie the<br />
devil. And so I'll try whether my blackguard or his shall<br />
get the better of the day. [Exit.<br />
Scan. Alas, Mr. Foresight! I'm afraid all is not right.—<br />
You are a wise man, and a conscientious man; a searcher<br />
into obscurity and futurity; and if you commit an error,<br />
it is with a great deal of consideration and discretion and<br />
caution.<br />
Fore. Ah, good Mr. Scandal—<br />
Scan. Nay, nay, 'tis manifest; I do not flatter you.—But<br />
Sir Sampson is hasty, verv hasty; I'm afraid he is not<br />
scrupulous enough, Mr. Foresight.—He has been wicked,<br />
and Heaven grant he may mean well in his affair with<br />
you.—But my mind gives me, these things cannot be wholly<br />
insignificant. You are wise, and should not be over-reached,<br />
methinks you should not.<br />
Fore. Alas, Mr. Scandal!—Humanum est errare.<br />
Scan. You say true, man will err; mere man will err—but<br />
you are something more.—There have been wise men; but
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