Wit Without Money - The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher by Francis Beaumont
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all the house already.
_Unc._ He deals not well with his friends. _Lance._ Let him deal on, and be his own friend, he has most need of her. _Unc._ I wonder they would put him-- _Lan._ You are in the right on't, a man that must raise himself, I knew he would couzen 'em, and glad I am he has: he watched occasion, and found it i'th' nick. _Unc._ He has deceived me. _Lan._ I told you howsoever he wheel'd about, he would charge home at length: how I could laugh now, to think of these tame fools! _Unc._ 'Twas not well done, because they trusted him, yet. _Bel._ Hark you Gentlemen. _Unc._ We are upon a business, pray excuse us, they have it home. _Lane._ Come let it work good on Gentlemen. [_Exeunt_ Uncle, Lance. _Font._ 'Tis true, he is a knave, I ever thought it. |
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