_Lean_.
You talk of wonders.
_Jam_.
She is indeed a wonder, and so kept,
And, as the world deserv'd not to behold
What curious Nature made without a pattern,
Whose Copy she hath lost too, she's shut up,
Sequestred from the world.
_Lean_.
Who is the owner
Of such a Jem? I am fire'd.
_Jam_.
One _Bartolus_,
A wrangling Advocate.
_Ars_.
A knave on Record.
_Mil_.
I am sure he cheated me of the best part
Of my Estate.
_Jam_.
Some Business calls me hence,
(And of importance) which denies me leisure
To give you his full character: In few words
(Though rich) he's covetous beyond expression,
And to encrease his heap, will dare the Devil,
And all the plagues of darkness: and to these
So jealous, as if you would parallel
Old _Argus_ to him, you must multiply
His Eyes an hundred times: of these none sleep.
He that would charm the heaviest lid, must hire
A better _Mercurie_, than _Jove_ made use of:
Bless your selves from the thought of him and her,
For 'twill be labour lost: So farewel Signiors.
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