SHARP. This must be Bellmour he means. Ha! I have a thought -
SIR JO. Zooks, would the captain would come; the very remembrance
makes me quake; agad, I shall never be reconciled to this place
heartily.
SHARP. 'Tis but trying, and being where I am at worst, now luck!--
cursed fortune! this must be the place, this damned unlucky place -
SIR JO. Agad, and so 'tis. Why, here has been more mischief done,
I perceive.
SHARP. No, 'tis gone, 'tis lost--ten thousand devils on that
chance which drew me hither; ay, here, just here, this spot to me
is hell; nothing to be found, but the despair of what I've lost.
[Looking about as in search.]
SIR JO. Poor gentleman! By the Lord Harry I'll stay no longer,
for I have found too -
SHARP. Ha! who's that has found? What have you found? Restore it
quickly, or by -
SIR JO. Not I, sir, not I; as I've a soul to be saved, I have
found nothing but what has been to my loss, as I may say, and as
you were saying, sir.
SHARP. Oh, your servant, sir; you are safe, then, it seems.
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