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— Sub. Yes, you were once (time not long passed) the good, Honest, plain, livery-man, that kept Your master's worship's house here in the Friars, For the vacations. Face. Will you be so loud? Sub. Since, by my means, translated suburbcaptain. Face. By your means, doctor Dog? Face. Why, I pray you, have I Been countenanced by you, or you by me? Sub. I do not hear well. Face. Not of this, I think it: Face. When you went pinned up in the seve- You had raked and picked from dunghills before day; Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes; Face. When all your alchymy, and your alge- Your minerals, vegetables, and animals, Your conjuring, cozening, and your dozen of Could not relieve your corpse with so much linen Sub. Your master's house? 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, And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. 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. Fuce. You might talk softlier, rascal. I'll thunder you in pieces: I will teach you Dol. Nay, general, I thought you were civil. Sub. And hang thyself, I care not. And all thy pots and pans, in picture, I will, Dol. Oh, this will o'erthrow all. Face. Write thee up bawd in Paul's, have all Of cozening with a hollow coal, dust, scrapings, Dol. Are you sound? Have you together cozened all this while, selves? You will accuse him! You will bring him in The venture tripartite? All things in common; Face. It is his fault; Sub. What shall I swear? Dol. To leave your faction, sir, And labour kindly in the common work. Sub. Let me not breathe, if I meant ought be- Good faith, sir, I was going away. side. Dol. I hope we need no spurs, sir. Do we? Dol. Yes, and work close and friendly. Shall grow the stronger for this breach, with me. Dol. Why so, my good baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise, neighbours, A feast of laughter at our follies? No, agree. (My noble sovereign, and worthy general) Ere we contribute a new crewel garter Sub. Royal Dol! Spoken like Claridiana and thyself. Face. For which, at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be stiled Dol Common, but Dol Proper, Dol Singular[One knocks. Sub. Who's that? [Knocks.] To the window. Pray Heaven The master do not trouble us this quarter! Face. Oh, fear not him. While there dies one a week O'the plague, he's safe from thinking toward London. Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now: He'll send such word, for airing o' the house, Dol. A fine young quodling. Face. Oh! My lawyer's clerk, I lighted on last night In Holborn, at the Dagger. He would have (I told you of him) a familiar, To rifle with at horses, and win cups. Dol. Oh, let him in. Face. Get you 'Fore Heaven. I scarce can think you are my | But I do think now I shall leave the law, friend, That so would draw me to apparent danger. Face. I draw you! a horse draw you, and a halter. You and your flies together. Dap. Nay, good captain! Face. That know no difference of men. Face. Good deeds, sir, doctor Dogs-meat. Use master doctor with some more respect. Face. Hang him, proud stag, with his broad velvet head! But for your sake, I would choak, ere I would change An article of breath with such a puck-foist- Sub. Pray you, let me speak with you. I e'er embarked myself in such a business. Sub. First hear me Face. Not a syllable, unless you take. Face. Upon no terms, but an assumpsit. [He takes money. Now I dare hear you with mine honour. Speak. Face. Why now, sir, talk. So may this gentleman too. Sub. Why, sir Face. No whispering. And therefore 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, and cry hum Dep. 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? Dap. By Jove, sir, I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half. I-fac's no oath. Sub. No, no, he did but jest. Face. Go to. Go thank the doctor. He's your friend, To take it so. tor, When must he come for his familiar? Dap. Shall I not ha' it with me? There must a world of ceremonies pass; Face. Not if she danced to-night. Face. Did you never see Her royal grace yet? Dep. Whom? Face. Your aunt of Fairy. Sub. Not since she kissed him in the cradle, captain; I can resolve you that. Face. Well, see her grace, Whate'er it cost you, for a thing that I know. 'Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has ! Dap. How will't be done, then? Face. Let me alone, take you no thought. Do Thrice, and buz as often; and then come. Face. Well, then, away. 'Tis but your be- Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants, Enter DRUGger. [Exit. [Erit. Drug. [Within.] I will see the doctor. Sub. A seller of tobacco? Drug. Yes, I'm free of the grocers. Your business, Abel? Drug. This, an't please your worship. I am a young beginner, and am building Of a new shop, an't like your worship, just At corner of a street (here is the plot on't); And I would know, by art, sir, of your worship, Which way I should make my door, by necro mancy, And where my shelves; and which should be for boxes, And which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir, And I was wished to your worship by a gentle man, One captain Face, that says you know men's planets, And their good angels, and their bad. If I do see them. Enter FACE. Face. What! my honest Abel! Thou art well met here. Drug. Troth, sir, I was speaking, Just as your worship came here, of your worship. I pray you speak for me to master doctor. This is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow : Drug. No, I never sophisticate. Fuce. He's a neat, spruce, honest fellow, and no goldsmith. Drug. No, I am no goldsmith. |