Upon my life, by some device or other

 The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.

 They say this town is full of cozenage,

 As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,

 Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,

 Soul-killing witches that deform the body,

 Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,              

 And many such-like liberties of sin:

 If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.

 I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave;

 I greatly fear my money is not safe.