Volp. Till they burst;
The Fox fares ever best when he is curst.

[Exeunt.

Scene II.—A Hall in Sir Politick’s House.

Enter Peregrine disguised, and three Merchants.

Per. Am I enough disguised?

1 Mer. I warrant you.

Per. All my ambition is to fright him only.

2 Mer. If you could ship him away, ’twere excellent.

3 Mer. To Zant, or to Aleppo?

Per. Yes, and have his
Adventures put i’ the Book of Voyages,
And his gull’d story register’d for truth.
Well, gentlemen, when I am in a while,
And that you think us warm in our discourse,
Know your approaches.

1 Mer. Trust it to our care.

[Exeunt Merchants.

Enter Waiting-woman.

Per. Save you, fair lady! Is sir Pol within?

Wom. I do not know, sir.

Per. Pray you say unto him,
Here is a merchant, upon earnest business,
Desires to speak with him.

Wom. I will see, sir.

Per. Pray you.—
I see the family is all female here.

[Exit.

Re-enter Waiting-woman.

Wom. He says, sir, he has weighty affairs of state,
That now require him whole; some other time
You may possess him.

Per. Pray you say again,
If those require him whole, these will exact him,
Whereof I bring him tidings. [Exit Woman.]—What might be
His grave affair of state now! how to make
Bolognian sausages here in Venice, sparing
One o’ the ingredients?

Re-enter Waiting-woman.

Wom. Sir, he says, he knows
By your word tidings, that you are no statesman,
And therefore wills you stay.

Per. Sweet, pray you return him;
I have not read so many proclamations,
And studied them for words, as he has done—
But—here he deigns to come.

[Exit Woman