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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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