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Let me now ruminate to myself why Croesus should be so great a favourer to me, & yet to what end should I desire to know I think it is sufficient, it is so, and I would a had been so sooner, for he and his spirits would have saved me much labour in the purchasing of wealth; but then indeed it would have been the confusion of 2. or 3. Scriveners, which by my means have been properly raised: but now imagine this only a trick whereby I may be gulled; but how can that be? are not my doors locked, have I not seen with my own eyes the ascending of the spirits? have I not heard with my own ears the invocations wherewith they were raised? could any but spirits appear through so firm a floor as this is? 'tis impossible: But hark, I hear the spirit Ascarion coming with my gold, O bountiful Croesus; I'll build a temple to thy mightiness. O Peter, how long have we slept upon the hogshead? I think a dozen hours my Lord, and 'tis nothing, I'll undertake to sleep sixteen, upon the receipt of two cups of muscadine. I marvel what's become of Haddit and Lighfoote? Hang'em flinchers they slunk away as soon as they had drunk as much as they were able to carry, which no generous spirit would a done in deed. Yet I believe Had. had his part, for to my thinking the seller went round with him when a left us, but are we come to a bed yet? I must needs sleep. Come softly by any means, for we are now upon the threshold of my master's chamber, through which i'll bring you to Mistress Rebecka's lodging, give me your hand and come very nicely. Where art Peter. Where's this noise Peter canst tell? I hear the voice of my adopted son in law. Why Peter wilt not answer me? O my Lord above, stand still, I am fallen down at least 30. fathom deep, if you stand not still till I recover and have lighten a candle, you're but a dead man. I am robbed, I am undone, I am deluded, whose's in my chamber? 'tis I, the Lord your son that shall be, upon my honour I came not to rob you. I shall run mad, I shall run mad. Why then 'tis my fortune to be terrified with madmen. Where are you my Lord? Here my Lady? where are you rogue when thieves break into my house? Breaking my neck in your service a plague on't. But are you robbed indeed father Hog, of how much I pray? Of all, of all; see here, they have left me nothing but 2. or 3. rolls of parchment, here they came up like spirits, & took my silver, gold, and jewels; where's my daughter? she's not in the house sir? the street doors are wide open. Nay 'tis no matter where she is now? she'll scarce be worth a 1000. pound and that's but a tailors prize.
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Let me now ruminate to my ſelfe why Creſſus ſhould be ſo great a fauorer to me, & yet to what end ſhould I deſire to know I thinke it is ſufficient, it is ſo, and I would a had beene ſo ſooner, for he and his ſpirits would haue ſaued me much labour in the purchaſing of wealth; but then indeed it would haue beene the confuſion of 2. or 3. Scriueners, which by my meanes haue beene properly rais'd: but now imagine this onely a tricke whereby I may be guld; but how can that be? are not my dores lockt, haue I not ſeene with my owne eyes the aſcending of the ſpirits? haue I not heard with my owne eares the inuocations wherewith they were rais'd? could any but ſpirits appeare through ſo firme a ſloore as this is? tis impoſſible: But harke, I heare the ſpirit Aſcarion comming with my gould, O bountiful Creſſus; Ile build a temple to thy mightineſſe. O Peter, how long haue we ſlept vpon the hogſhead? I thinke a doſen howers my Lord, and tis nothing, Ile vndertake to ſleepe ſixteene, vpon the receipt of two cups of muskadine. I maruell what's become of Haddit and Lighfoote? Hang'em flinchers they ſluncke away as ſoone as they had druncke as much as they were able to carry, which no generous ſpirit would a done in deed. Yet I beleeue Had. had his part, for to my thinking the ſeller went round with him when a left vs, but are we come to a bed yet? I muſt needs ſleepe. Come ſoftly by any meanes, for we are now vpon the threſhold of my maſters chamber, through which ile bring you to Miſtris Rebeckaes lodging, giue me your hand and come very nicely. Where art Peter. Wheres this noyſe Peter canſt tell? I heare the voice of my adopted ſonne in law. Why Peter wilt not anſwere me? O my Lord aboue, ſtand ſtill, I am falne downe at leaſt 30. fathome deepe, if you ſtand not ſtill till I recouer and haue lighten a candle, y'are but a dead man. I am rob'd, I am vndone, I am deluded, whoſe in my chamber? Tis I, the Lord your ſonne that ſhall be, vpon my honor I came not to rob you. I ſhall run mad, I ſhall run mad. Why then tis my fortune to be terrifide with madmen. Where are you my Lord? Here my Lady? where are you rogue when theeues breake into my houſe? Breaking my necke in your ſeruice a plague ont. But are you rob'd indeed father Hogge, of how much I praye? Of all, of all; ſee here, they haue left me nothing but 2. or 3. roles of parchment, here they came vp like ſpirits, & tooke my ſiluer, gold, and Iewels; wheres my daughter? Shees not in the houſe ſir? the ſtreete doores are wide open. Nay tis no matter where ſhee is now? ſhele ſcarce be worth a 1000. pound and thats but a taylors priſe.