Sub. I do not hear well.
Face. Not of this, I think it:
But I shall put you in mind, sir; at Pye-corner,
Taking your meal of steam in, from cooks' stalls;
Where, like the father of hunger, you did walk
Piteously costive, with your pinched-horn nose,
And your complexion of the Roman wash,
Stuck full of black and melancholic worms,
Like powder corn shot at the Artillery-yard.
Sub. I wish you could advance your voice a
little.

Face. When you went pinned up in the seve-
ral rags

You had raked and picked from dunghills before

day;

Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes;
A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloak,
That scarce would cover your no-buttocks—
Sub. So, sir!

Face. When all your alchymy, and your alge-
bra,

Your minerals, vegetables, and animals,

Your conjuring, cozening, and your dozen of
trades,

Could not relieve your corpse with so much linen
Would make you tinder but to see a fire;

gave you count'nance, credit for your coals, .
Your stills, your glasses, your materials;
Built you a furnace, drew you customers,
Advanced all your black arts, lent you, beside,
A house to practice in-

Sub. Your master's house?

A book, but barely reckoning thy impostures,
Shall prove a true philosopher's stone to printers.
Sub. Away, you trencher-rascal !
Face. Out, you dog-leech,
The vomit of all prisons!

Dol. Will you be

Your own destructions, gentlemen ?
Sub. Cheater!
Face. Bawd!
Sub. Cow-herd!
Face. Conjurer!
Sub. Cut-purse!

Dol. We are ruined! lost! Have you no more
regard

To your reputations? Where's your judgment? 'Slight,

Have yet some care of me, of your republicFace. Away, this brach. I'll bring the rogue within

The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio

Of Harry the eighth; ay, and, perhaps, thy neck
Within a noose for laundering gold, and barbing

it.

Dol. You'll bring your head within a cockscomb, will you?

[She catches out FACE's sword, and breaks
SUBTLE'S glass.]

And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up.
'Sdeath! you abominable pair of stinkards,
Leave off your barking, and grow one again,
Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats.
I'll not be made a prey unto the marshal,

Face. Where you have studied the more thri- For ne'er a snarling dog-bolt o' you both.

ving skill

Of bawdry since.

Sub. Yes, in your master's house.

You and the rats here kept possession.

Make it not strange.

Face. You might talk softlier, rascal.
Sub. No, you Scarabe;

you

I'll thunder you in pieces: I will teach
How to beware to tempt a fury again,
That carries tempest in his hand and voice.
Dol. Nay, general, I thought you were civil.
Face. I shall turn desperate, if you grow thus
loud.

Sub. And hang thyself, I care not.
Face. Hang thee, collier,

And all thy pots and pans, in picture, I will,

Since thou hast moved me

Dol. Oh, this will o'erthrow all.

Have you together cozened all this while,
And all the world? and shall it now be said,
You've made most courteous shift to cozen your-

selves?

You will accuse him! You will bring him in
Within the statute! Who shall take your word?
A whoreson, upstart, apocryphal captain,
Whom not a puritan in Black-Friars will trust
So much as for a feather! And you too
Will give the cause, forsooth! You will insult,
And claim a primacy in the divisions!
You must be chief! As if you only had
The powder to project with, and the work
Were not begun out of equality?

The venture tripartite? All things in common;
Without priority.

Face. It is his fault;

He ever murmurs, and objects his pains;

Face. Write thee up bawd in Paul's, have all And says, the weight of all lies upon him.

thy tricks

Of cozening with a hollow coal, dust, scrapings,

Searching for things lost with a sieve and sheers,
Erecting figures in your rows of houses,
And taking in of shadows with a glass,

Told in red letters; and a face cut for thee,
Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey's.

Dol. Are you sound?

Have

you your senses, masters?

Face. I will have

Sub. Why, so it does.

Dol. How does it? Do not we

Sustain our parts?

Sub. Yes, but they are not equal.

Dol. Why, if your part exceed to-day, I hope

Ours may to-morrow match it.

Sub. Ay, they may.

Dol. May, murmuring mastiff! Ay, and do.
Death on me!

Help me to throttle him.

Sub. Let me not breathe, if I meant ought be- Good faith, sir, I was going away.

'Fore Heaven. I scarce can think you are my | But I do think now I shall leave the law,

Sub. 'Fore Heaven, you do not apprehend the You hear, he says he will not be ungrateful.

You know it well enough, though you dissemble it. | To sharpen your five senses,

Dap. I' fac, I do not; you are mistaken.
Face. How!

Swear by your fac! and in a thing so known
Unto the doctor! How shall we, sir, trust you
In the matter? Can we ever think,

When you have won five or six thousand pound,
You'll send us shares in't, by this rate?

Thrice, and buz as often; and then come.
Face. Can you remember this?
Dap. I warrant you.

Face. Well, then, away. 'Tis but your be-
stowing

Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants,
And put on a clean shirt; you do not know
What grace her
grace may do you in clean linen.

Dap. Hum-buz.
Face. Hum-buz.

Sub. Come in.

Face. That's a secret, Nab.

Sub. And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice,
And a court-fucus to call city-dames.
You shall deal much with minerals.
Drug. Sir, I have
At home already.

Sub. Ay, I know, you have arsnike,
Vitriol, salt-tartre, argale, alkaly,
Cinoper: I know all. This fellow, captain,
Will come, in time, to be a distiller,
And give a say (I will not say directly,
But very fair) at the Philosopher's Stone.
Face. Why, how now, Abel! is this true?
Drug. Good captain,

What must I give?

Face. Nay, I'll not counsel thee.

Face. 'Slid, dostor, how canst thou know this Thou hear'st what wealth (he says spend what

so soon?

I am amazed at that!

Sub. By a rule, captain,

In metaposcopy, which I do work by;

A certain star in the forehead, which you see not.
Your chesnut, or your olive-coloured face,

Does never fail: and your long ear doth pro-
mise.

I knew it, by certain spots too, in his teeth,
And on the nail of his mercurial finger.
Face. What finger's that?

Sub. His little finger. Look,

You were born upon a Wednesday?

Drug. Yes, indeed sir, and so I was.

Sub. The thumb, in chiromancy, we give Ve

nus;

The fore-finger, to Jove; the midst to Saturn;
The ring, to Sol; the least, to Mercury;
Who was the lord, sir, of his horoscope,
His house of life being Libra; which foreshewed
He should be a merchant, and should trade with
balance.

thou canst)

Thou art like to come to.

Drug. I would give him a crown.

Face. A crown! and towards such a fortune?

'Shalt keep it no longer, I'll gi' it him for thee. Drug. Will ye?

Face. Doctor, Nab prays your worship to
drink this, and swears

He will appear more grateful, as your skill
Does raise him in the world.

Drug. I would intreat
Another favour of your worship.

Face. What is it, Nab?

Drug. But to look over, sir, my almanack,
And cross out my ill days, that I may neither

Face. Why this is strange? Is it not, honest Bargain nor trust upon them.
Nab?

Drug. Yes, very strange.

Sub. There is a ship now, coming from Ormus,
That shall yield him such a commodity

Of drugs-Come hither, Abel;
This is the west, and this is the south.

Drug. Yes, sir.

Face. That he shall, Nab.

Leave it; it shall be done, 'gainst afternoon.
Sub. And a direction for his shelves.
Face. Now, Nab,

Art thou well pleased, Nab?

Drug. Thank, sir, both your worships.

[Looking at the plan. I am a made man.

Sub. And those are your two sides?
Drug. Aye, sir.

Face. Away.

[Exit.

Why, now you smoaky prosecutor of nature!
Now do you see, that something's to be done,

Sub. Make me your door, then, south; your Beside your beech-coal, and your cor'sive wa