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_Car._ I mean, Sir, what's your Name, and which of you is _Haunce van Ezel_?

_Hau._ Ay, which of us is _Haunce van Ezel_? tell us that, Sir; we shall handle ye i'faith now--

_Alon._ He, Sir, can best inform you. [Pointing to _Haunce_.

_Hau._ Who, I! I know no more than the great Turk, not I, which of us is me; my Hat, my Feather, my Suit, and my Garniture all over, faith now; and I believe this is me, for I'll trust my Eyes before any other Sense about me. What say'st thou now, _Gload_? guess which of us is thy own natural Master now if thou canst.

_Glo._ Which, Sir?-- why-- let me see-- let me see, [Turns them both about.

fakes, I cannot tell, Sir.

_Car._ Come, come, the Cheat is plain, and I'll not be fobb'd off, therefore tell me who you are, Sir.

[To _Alonzo_.

_Alon._ One that was very unwilling to have put this Trick upon you, if I could have persuaded _Euphemia_ to have been kind on any other Terms, but nothing would down with her but Matrimony.

_Car._ How long have you known her?

_Alon._ Faith, Sir, too long by at least an Hour.

_Car._ I say again, what are you, Sir?

_Alon._ A Man I am, and they call me _Alonzo_.

_Car._ How! I hope not the great fighting Colonel whom my Son serv'd as a Voluntier in _Flanders_.

_Alon._ Even he, Sir.

_Car._ Worse and worse, I shall grow mad, to think that in spite of all my Care, _Euphemia_ should marry with so notorious a Man of War.

_Hau._ How! is this _Alonzo_, and am I cozen'd? pray tell me truly, are you not me indeed?

_Alon._ All over, Sir, only the inside a little less Fool.

_Hau._ So here's fine juggling-- are not you a rare Lady, hah?

[To _Euphemia_; crys.

_Euph._ I a.s.sure you, Sir, if this Man had not past for you, I had never had him.

_Hau._ Had him! Oh, you are a flattering thing, I durst ha' sworn you could no more ha' been without me, than a Barber's Shop without a Fiddle, so I did: Oh, what a d.a.m.nable Voyage have I back again without a Wife too-- [Crys again.

_Lov._ If that be all, we'll get you one before you go; that shall be my care.

_Hau._ A Pox of your care: well, I will get my self most soundly drunk to Night, to be reveng'd of these two d.a.m.nable Dons. Come, _Gload_, let us about something in order to't.

[Exit with _Gload_.

_Euph._ Pray, Sir, be persuaded, he's worth your owning.

_Car._ Tell not me of owning; what Fortune has he?

_Lov._ His Horse and Arms, the Favour of his Prince, and his Pay.