grace ?

A house to practise in

Of coz’ning with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings, Sub. Your master's house.

Searching for things lost with a sieve and shears,
Face. Where you have studied the more thri- Erecting figures in your rows of houses,
ving skill

And taking in of shadows with a glass,
Of bawdry since.

Told in red letters; and a face cut for thee,
Sub. Yes, in your master's house.

Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey's.
You and the rats here kept possession.

Dol. Are you sound?
Make it not strange. I know you were one could Ha’ you your senses, masters ?
keep

Face. I will have The buttry-hatch still locked, and save the chip-A book, but barely reckoning thy impostures, pings,

Shall prove a true philosopher's stone to printers. Sell the dole-beer to aqua-vita men,

Sub. Away, you trencher-rascal.
The which, together with your Christmas vails, Face. Out, you dog-leech,
At post and pair, your letting out of counters,

The vomit of all prisons.-
Made you a pretty stock, some twenty marks, Dol. Will you be
And gave you credit

, to converse with cobwebs, Your own destructions, gentlemen ?
Here, since your mistress's death hath broke up Face. Still spewed out
house.

For lying too heavy o'the basket.
Face. You might talk softlier, rascal.

Sub. Cheater.
Sub. No, you scarabe,

Face. Bawd.
I'l thunder you in pieces. I will teach you Sub. Cow-herd.
How to beware to tempt a fury again,

Face. Conjurer.
That carries tempest in his hand and voice. Sub. Cut-purse.
Face. The place has made you valiant.

Face. Witch.
Sub. No, your cloaths.

Dol. O me!
Thou vermin, have I ta'en thee out of dung, We are ruined ! lost! ha' you no more regard
So poor, so wretched, when no living thing To your reputations ? where's your judginent ?
Would keep thee company but a spider, or worse?

s'light, Raised thee from brooms, and dust, and water Have yet some care of me, o' your republicing pots?

Face. Away this brach! I'll bring thee, rogue, Sublimed thee, and exalted thec, and fixed thee

within P the third region, called our state of

The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio, Wrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with pains Of Henry VIII; ay, and perhaps thy neck Would twice bave won me the philosopher's work? Within a noose, for laundring gold, and barbing it. Put thee in words and fashion? made thee fit Dol. You'll bring your head within a cock’sFor more than ordinary fellowships ?

comb, will you? Given thee thy oaths, thy quarrelling dimensions? [She catches out Face's sword, and breaks Thy rules to cheat at horse-race, cock-pit, cards,

Subtle's glass.) Dice, or whatever gallant tincture else?

And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. Made thee a second in mine own great art? Sdeath, you abominable pair of stinkards, And have I this for thank ? do you rebel ? Leave off your barking, and grow one again, Do you fly out i' the projection?

Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats. Would you be gone now?

I'll not be made a prey unto the marshal,
Dol. "Gentlemen, what mean you ?

For ne'er a snarling dog-bolt o' you both.
Wil you mar all ?

Ha' you together cozened all this while,
Sub. Slave, thou hadst had no name-

And all the world, and shall it now be said
Dol. Will you undo yourselves with civil war ? | You've made most courteous shift to cozen your-
Sub. Never been known, past equi clibanum,

selves? The heat of horse-dung under ground, in cellars, You will accuse him? You will bring him in Or an ale-house darker than deaf John's: been Within the statute? Who shall take your word? lost

A whoreson, upstart, apocryphal captain,
To all mankind but laundresses and tapsters, Whom not a puritan in Black-friars will trust
Had not I been.

So much as for a feather! And you, too,
Dol. Do you know who hears you, sovereign? Will give the cause, forsooth ? You will insult,
Face. Sirrah-

And claim a primacy in the divisions ?
Dol. Nay, general, I thought you were civil- You must be chief? as if you only had
Face. I shall turn desperate, if you grow thus The powder to project with? and the work
loud.

Were not begun out of equality ?
Sub. And hang thyself, I care not.

The venter tripartite ? all things in common?
Face. Hang thee, collier,

Without priority? 'Sdeath, you perpetual curs, And all thy pots and pans, in picture I will, Fall to your couples again, and cozen kindly, Since thou hast moved me.

And heartily, and lovingly, as you should,
Dol. O, this'll o'erthrow all.

And lose not the beginning of a term,
Fase. Write thee up bawd in Paul's; have all Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too,
thy tricks

And take my part, and quit you.

Dap. And will I tell, then? By this hand of I e'er embarked myself in such a business.
flesh,

Dap. Nay, good sir. He did call you,
Would it might never write good court-hand more, Face. Will he take, then ?
If I discover. What do you think of me?

Sub. First hear me
That I am a Chiause?

Face. Not a syllable, 'less you take. Face. What's that?

Sub. Pray ye, sir-
Dap. The Turk was here-

Fuce. Upon no terms but an assumpsit.
As one would say, do you think I am a Turk? Sub. Your humour must be law.
Face. I'll tell the doctor so.

Face. Why now, sir, talk. (He takes the money, Dap. Do, good sweet captain.

Now I dare hear you with mine honour, speak. Face. Come, noble ductor, 'pray thee, let's pre So may this gentleman too. vail.

Sub. Why, sirThis is the gentleman, and he is no Chiayse. Face. No whispering. Sub. Captain, I have returned you all my Sub. 'Fore Heaven, you do not apprehend the answer.

loss I would do much, sir, for your love--But this You do yourself in this. I neither may nor can.

Face. Wherein ! for what? Face. Tut, do not say so.

Sub. Marry, to be so importunate for one, You deal now with a noble fellow, doctor. That, when he has it, wil undo you all : One that will thank you, richly, and he's no He'll win up all the money i' the town. Chiause :

Face. How ! Let that, sir, move you,

Sub. Yes: and blow up gamester after gameSub. Pray you, forbear

ster, Face. He has four angels here

As they do crackers in a puppet-play. Sub. You do me wrong, good sir.

If I do give him a familiar, Face, Doctor, wherein ? To tempt you with Give you him all your play for; never set him; these spirits?

For he will have it. Sub. To tempt my art and love, sir, to my peril. Face. You're mistaken, doctor. 'Fore Heaven, I scarce can think you are my Why, he does ask one but for cups, and horses, friend,

A rifling-fly :-none o' your great familiars. That so would draw me to apparent danger, Dap. Yes, captain, I would have it for all Face. I draw you? A horse draw you, and a

games. halter,

Sub, I told you so. You, and your flies together

Face. 'Slight, that's a new business!
Duy Nay, good captain,

I understood you, a tame bird to fly
Face. That know no difference of men. Twice in a term, or so; on Friday nights,
Sub. Good words, sir,

When

you

had left the office; for a nag
Face. Good deeds, sir, Doctor Dog's-meat. Of forty or fifty shillings.
'Slight, I bring you

Dap. Ay, 'tis true, sir,
No cheating Clim-o'the-cloughs, or Claribels, But I do think now I shall leave the law,
That look as big as five-and-fifty, and flush, And therefore
And spit out secrets, like hot custard -

Fuce. Why, this changes quite the case ! Dap. Captain.

D’you think that I dare move hiin?
Fare. Nor any melancholic under-scribe Dup. If you please, sir;
Shall tell the vicar: but a special gentle,

All's one to him, I see.
That is the heir to forty marks a-year,

Face, Wbat! for that money

? Consorts with the small poets of the time, I cannot with my conscience. Nor should you Is the sole hope of his old grandmother, Make the request, methinks, That knows the law, and writes you six fair hands, Dup. No, sir, I mean Is a fine clerk, and has his cyphering perfect, To add consideration. Will take his oath o' th' Greek Zenophon, Face, Why, then, sir, If need be, in his pocket; and can court I'll try.-Say that it were for all games, doctor? His mistress out of Ovid.

Sub. I say, then, not a mouth shall eat for him Dap. Nay, dear captain

At any ordinary, but o’the score, Face. Did you not tell me so?

That is a gaming mouth, conceive me. Dap. Yes, but I'd ha' you

Face. Indeed! Use Master Doctor with some more respect. Sub. He'll draw you all the treasure of the Fuce. Hang him, proud stag, with his broad

realm, velvet head.

If it be set him. But, for your sake, I'd choak, ere I would change Face. Speak you this from art ? An article of breath with such a puck-fist Sub. Ay, sir, and reason tov; the ground of Come, let's begone.

art. Sub. Pray you, let me speak with you. He's o' the only best complexion Dap. His worship calls you, captain.

The queen of Fairy loves, Fuce. I am sorry

Fuce. What! is he!

Do you

Sub. Peace; he'll overhear you.

When must he come for his familiar ? Sir, should she but see him

Dap. Shall I not have't with me? Face. What?

Sub. O, good sir ! Sub. Do not you tell him.

There must a world of ceremonies pass,
Face. Will he win at cards too?

You must be bath'd and tumigated first;
Sub. The spirits of dead Holland, living Isaac, Besides the queen of Fairy does not rise
You'd swear were in him : Such a vigorous luck 'Till it be noon.
As cannot be resisted. 'Slight, he'll pat

Face. Not, if she danc'd to-night.
Six o' your gallants to a cloak, indeed.

Sub. And she must bless it. Face. A strange success, that some men shall Face. Did you never see be born to !

Her royal grace yet ? Sub. He hears you, man

Dap. Whom? Dap. Sir, I'll not be ungrateful.

Face. Your aunt of Fairy? Face. Faith, I have a confidence in his good Sub. Not since she kiss'd him in the cradley nature :

captain, You hear, he says, he will not be ungrateful. I can resolve you that. Sub. Why, as you please, my venture follows Fuce. Well, see her grace, yours.

Whate'er it cost you, for a thing that I know. Face. Troth do it, doctor. Think him trusty, It will be somewhat hard to compass: But, and make him.

However, see her. You are made, believe it, He may make us both happy in an hour: If you can see her. Her grace is a lone woman, Win some five thousand pounds and send us two And very rich ; and, if she take a fancy, on't.

She will do strange things. See her, at any hand; Dap. Believe it, and I will, sir.

'Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has ! Face. And you shall, sir.

It is the doctor's fear. You have heard all ?

Dap. How will’t be done, then? Dap. No, what was't ?- Nothing, I, sir. Face. Let me alone, take you no thought.

(FACE takes him aside. Face. Nothing?

But say to me-Captain, I'll see her grace. Dap. A little, sir.

Dap. Captain, I'll see her grace. Face. Well, a rare star

Face. Enough. Reign'd at your birth.

Sub. Who's there? [One knocks without. Dap. At mine, sir ?-no.

Anon !_Conduct him forth by the back way. Face. The doctor

Sir, against one o'clock prepare yourself. Swears that you are

'Till when you must be fasting ; only take Sub. Nay, captain, you'll tell all now. Three drops of vinegar in at your nose, Face. Allied to the Queen of Fairy.

Two at your mouth, and one at either ear : Dap. Who? that I am?

Then bathe your fingers ends, and wash your Believe it, no such matter

eyes, Face. Yes, and that

To sharpen your five senses; and cry hum You were born with a caul o'your head.

Thrice; and then buzz, as often; and then, come. Dap. Who says so?

Face. Can you remember this? Face. Come,

Dap. I warrant you. You know it well enough, though you dissem Face. Well, then, away. 'Tis but your beble it.

stowing Dap. I-fac, I do not. You are mistaken. Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants ; Face. How!

And put on a clean shirt : You do not know Swear by your fac? and in a thing so known What grace her Grace may do you in clean linen. Unto the doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you

[Exeunt. ['the other matter? Can we ever think,

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

Enter SUBTLE, DRUGGER, and Face.
Dup. By Jove, sir,

Sub. Come in-Good wives, I pray you for I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half.

bear me now; I-fac's no oath.

Troth I can do you no good 'till afternoon.Sub. No, no, he did but jest.

What is your name say you, Abel Drugger? Face. Go too; go, thank the doctor.

Drug. Yes, sir. He's your friend to take it so.

Sub. A seller of tobacco ? Dup. I thank his worship.

Drug. Yes, sir. Face. So ?

Sub. 'Umh! Another angel.

Free of the grocers ? Dap. Must I?

Drug. Ay, an't please you.
Fuce. Must you ? 'Slight,

Sub. Well-
What else is thanks? Will you be trivial? Your business, Abel?
Doctor,

Drug. This, an't please your worship:

you hear?

I'm a young beginner, and am building

Sub, The thumb, in chiromanty, we give VeOf a new shop, an't like your worship, just

nus; At corner of a street:-here's the plot on't The fore-finger to Jove; the midst to Saturn; And I would know, by art, sir, of your worship, The ring to Sol; the least, to Mercury: Which way I should make my door, by necro Who was the lord, sir, of the horoscope, mancy,

Uis house of lite being Libra, which foreshew'd And where my shelves ? And which should be He should be a merchant, and should trade with for boxes,

balance. And which for pots !-- I would be glad to thrive, Fuce. Why, this is strange! Is't not, honest sir!

Nab? And I was wish'd to your worship by a gen Sub. There is a ship now coming from Ormus, tleman,

That shall yield him such a commodity One captain Face, that says you know men's Of drugs—This is the west, and this the south? planets,

Drug. Yes, sir. And their good angels, and their bad.

Sub. And those are your two sides? Sub. I do,

Drug. Ay, sir. If I do see 'em

Sub. Make me your door, then, south; your Foce. What! my honest Abel?

broadside, west: Thou art well met here!

And, on the east side of your shop, aloft, Drug. Troth, sir, I was speaking,

Write Mathlai, Tarmiel, and Baraborat; Just as your worship came here, of your worship. Upon the north part, Rael, Velel, Thiel. I pray you, speak for me to master doctor. They are the names of those mercurial spirits, Fuce. He shall do any thing.–Doctor, do That do fright flies from boxes.

Drug. Yes, sir. This is my friend Abel, an honest fellow,

Sub. And He lets me have good tobacco, and he does not Beneath your threshold, bury me a loadstone, Sophisticate it with sack-lees, or oil,

To draw in gallants that wear spurs : The rest Nor washes it in muscadel and grains,

They'll seem to follow. Nor buries it in gravel under ground,

Fuce. That's a secret, Nab! Wrapp'd up in greasy leather, or piss'd clouts : Sub. And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice, But keeps it in fine lily-pots, that, open'd, And a court-fucus, to call city-dames.Smell like conserve of roses, or French beans. You shall deal much with minerals. He has his maple-block, his silver tongs,

Drug. Sir, I have
Winchester pipes, and fire of juniper:-

At home, already-
A neat, spruce, honest fellow, and no goldsmith. Sub. Ay, I know, you've arsenic,
Sub. He's a fortunate fellow, that I am sure Vitriol, sal-tartar, argail, alkali,

Cinoper : I know all. This fellow, captain, Face. Already, sir, ha’you found it? Lo’thee, Will come in time to be a great distiller, Abel!

And give a say (I will not say directly, Sub. And in right way tow'rd riches But very fair) at the philosopher's stone ! Face. Sir!

Face. Why, how now, Abel! Is this true? Sub. This summer

Drug. Good captain,
He will be of the cloathing of his company ; What must I give ?
And, next spring, call'd to the scarlet. Spend Face. Nay, I'll not counsel thee.
what he can.

Thou hear’st what wealth (he says spend what Face. What, and so little beard ?

thou canst) Sub. Sir, you must think,

Thou’rt like to come to. He may have a receipt to make hair come. Drug. I would gi' him a crown. But he'll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine Fuce. A crown! and tow'rd such a fortune! fort:

Heart, His fortune looks for him another way.

Thou shalt rather gi' him thy shop.--~No gold Face, 'Slid, doctor, how canst thou know this

about thee? so soon?

Drug. Yes, I have a Portague, I ha' kept this. I'm amus'd at that! Sub. By a rule, captain,

Face. Out on thee, Nab; 'Slight, there was In metaposcopy, which I do work by,

such an offerA certain star i'th'forehead, which you see not. 'Shalt keep't no longer, I'll gi't him for thee.Your chesnut, or your olive-colour'd face, Doctor, Nab prays your worship to drink this; Does never fail; and your long ear doth promise.

and swears I knew't by certain spots, too, in his teeth, He will appear more grateful, as your skill And on the nail of his mercurial finger.

Does raise him in the world. Face. Which finger's that?

Drug. I would intreat Sub. His little finger. Look,

Another favour of his worship. You were born upon a Wednesday?

Face. What is't, Nab? Drug. Yes, indeed, sir,

Drug. But to look over, sir, my almanack,

on

half year;