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248 WILLIAM CONGREVE [ACT III<br />

has stolen the treasure. I am a juggler, that act by confederacy;<br />

and, if you please, we'll put a trick upon the<br />

world.<br />

Mrs. Fore. Ay; but you are such a universal juggler, that<br />

I'm afraid you have a great many confederates.<br />

Scan. Faith, I'm sound.<br />

Mrs. Fore. O fy!—I'll swear you're impudent.<br />

Scan. I'll swear you're handsome.<br />

Mrs. Fore. Pish! you'd tell me so, though you did not<br />

think so.<br />

Scan. And you'd think so, though I should not tell you so.<br />

And now I think we know one another pretty well.<br />

Mrs. Fore. O Lord, who's here?<br />

Enter Mrs. FRAIL and BEN.<br />

Ben. Mess, I love to speak my mind; father has nothing to<br />

do with me. Nay, I can't say that neither; he has something<br />

to do with me. But what docs that signify? if so be, that<br />

I bc'n't minded to be steered by him, 'tis as tho'f he should<br />

strive against wind and tide.<br />

Mrs. Frail. Ay, but, my dear, we must keep it secret till<br />

the estate be settled; for you know marrying without an<br />

estate is like sailing in a ship without ballast.<br />

Ben. He! he! he! why that's true; just so for all the world<br />

it is indeed, as like as two cable-ropes.<br />

Mrs. Frail. And though I have a good portion, you know<br />

one would not venture all in one bottom.<br />

Ben. Why, that's true again; for mayhap one bottom may<br />

spring a leak. You have hit it indeed, mess, you've nicked<br />

the channel.<br />

Mrs. Frail. Well, but if you should forsake me after all,<br />

you'd break my heart.<br />

Ben. Break your heart! I'd rather the Marygold should<br />

break her cable in a storm, as well as I love her. Flesh,<br />

you don't think I'm false-hearted like a landman! A sailor<br />

will be honest, tho'f mayhap he has never a penny of money<br />

in his pocket.—Mayhap I may not have so fair a face- as a<br />

citizen or a courtier; but for all that, I've as good blood in<br />

my veins, and a heart as sound as a biscuit.<br />

Mrs. Frail. And will you love me always?<br />

Ben. Nay, an I love once, I'll stick like pitch; Til tell you<br />

that. Come, Til sing you a song for a sailor.<br />

Mrs, Frail. Hold, there's my sister; I'll call her to hear it.

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