Or spleen of comic writers. Though this pen Unto the stream, to look what it doth run, They shall find things, they'd think, or wish, were done; They are so natural follies, but so shown, As even the doers may see, and yet not own. Sub. Do thy worst. I dare thee. Face. Sirrah, I'll strip you out of all your sleights Dol. Nay, look ye, sovereign, general, are you mad men? Sub. O, let the wild sheep loose. I'll gum your silk With good strong water, an' you come. Dol. Will you have The neighbours hear you? Will you betray all? "Hark, I hear somebody." Face. Sirrah! Sub I shall mar All that the taylor has made, if you approach. Face. You most notorious whelp, you insolent slave, Dare you do this? Sub. Yes faith, yes faith. Face. Why, who Am I, my mungrel? Who am I? Sub. I'll tell you, Since you know not yourself— Face. Speak lower, rogue. 20 Sub. Yes, you were once (time not long pass'd) the good, Honest, plain, livery-man, that kept Your master's worship's house here in the Friars, Face. Will you be so loud? Sub. Since, by my means, translated suburb-captain. Face. By your means, doctor Dog? Sub. Within man's memory, All this I speak of. Face. Why, I pray you, have I Been countenanced by you, or you by me? Do but collect, sir, where I met you first. Face. Not of this, I think it: But I shall put you in mind, sir; at Pye-Corner, 40 Sub. I wish you could advance your voice a little. Face. When you went pinn'd up in the several rags You had rak'd and pick'd from dunghills before day; A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloak, Face. When all your alchymy, and your algebra, Your minerals, vegetals, and animals, Your conjuring, coz'ning, and your doz'n of trades, Sub. Your master's house? Face. Where you have studied the more thriving skill Of bawd❜ry since. Sub. Yes, in your master's house. You and the rats here kept possession. 61 Make it not strange. "I know you were one could keep "The butt'ry hatch still lock'd, and save the chippings, "Sell the dole beer to aqua-vitæ men, "The which, together with your Christmas vails "At post and pair, your letting out of counters, "Made you a pretty stock, some twenty marks, "And gave you credit to converse with cobwebs "Here, since your mistress' death hath broke up house. "Face. You might talk softlier, rascal. |