A house to practise in

Sub. Your master's house.

ving skill

Of bawdry since.

Sub. Yes, in your master's house.

You and the rats here kept possession.

Make it not strange. I know you were one could keep

The buttry-hatch still locked, and save the chippings,

Sell the dole-beer to aqua-vite 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's death hath broke up
house.

Face. You might talk softlier, rascal.
Sub. No, you scarabe,

I'll thunder you in pieces. I will teach you
How to beware to tempt a fury again,
That carries tempest in his hand and voice.
Face. The place has made you valiant.
Sub. No, your cloaths.

Thou vermin, have I ta'en thee out of dung,
So poor, so wretched, when no living thing
Would keep thee company but a spider, or worse?
Raised thee from brooms, and dust, and water-
ing pots?

Sublimed thee, and exalted thee, and fixed thee
I the third region, called our state of grace?
Wrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with pains
Would twice have won me the philosopher's work?
Put thee in words and fashion? made thee fit
For more than ordinary fellowships?
Given thee thy oaths, thy quarrelling dimensions?
Thy rules to cheat at horse-race, cock-pit, cards,
Dice, or whatever gallant tincture else?
Made thee a second in mine own great art?
And have I this for thank? do you rebel?
Do you fly out i' the projection?

Would you be gone now?

Dol. Gentlemen, what mean you? Will you mar all?

Sub. Slave, thou hadst had no name

Dol. Will you undo yourselves with civil war? Sub. Never been known, past equi clibanum, The heat of horse-dung under ground, in cellars, Or an ale-house darker than deaf John's: been lost

To all mankind but laundresses and tapsters,
Had not I been.

Dol. Do you know who hears you, sovereign?
Face. Sirrah-

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. O, this'll o'erthrow all.

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?

Ha' you your senses, masters?
Face. I will have

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?
Face. Still spewed out

For lying too heavy o' the basket.
Sub. Cheater.
Fuce. Bawd.
Sub. Cow-herd.
Face. Conjurer.
Sub. Cut-purse.
Face. Witch.
Dol. O me!

We are ruined! lost! ha' you no more regard
To your reputations? where's your judgment?
S'light,

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

The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio,
Of Henry VIII; ay, and perhaps thy neck
Within a noose, for laundring gold, and barbing it.
Dol. You'll bring your head within a cock's-
comb, 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,
For ne'er a snarling dog-bolt o' you
both.
Ha' 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?

thy tricks

And take my part, and quit you.

Face. 'Tis his fault,

He ever murmurs, and objects his pains,
And says, the weight of all lies upon him.
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 succeed to-day, I hope Ours may to-morrow match it.

Sub. Ay, they may.

Death on me!

Help me to throttle him.

Sub. Dorothy, mistress Dorothy,

O'ds precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean?

Dol. Because o' your fermentation and cibation?

Sub. Not I, by Heaven

Dol. Your Sol and Luna-help me.

Sub. Would I were hanged then. I'll conform myself.

Dol. Will you, sir? do so then, and quickly :

To rifle with at horses, and win cups.

Dol. O, let him in.

Sub. Stay. Who shall do't?
Face. Get you

Your robes on. I will meet him, as going out.
Dol. And what shall I do?

Face. Not be seen; away.

Seem you very reserved.
Sub. Enough.

I

Face. Good be wi' you, sir.

pray you let him know that I was here.

His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but-

SCENE II.

Enter DAPPER.

Dap. Captain. I am here.

Face. Who's that? He's come, I think, doctor. Good faith, sir, I was going away.

Dap. In truth, I'm very sorry, captain.
Face. But I thought, sure, I should meet you.
Dup. Ay, I'm very glad.

I'd a scurvy writ or two to make,
And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's; and so was
robbed

Of my pastime Is this the cunning man?
Face. This is his worship.

Dap. Is he a doctor?

Face. Yes.

Dap. And ha' you broke with him, captain? Face. Ay.

Dap. And how?

Face. Faith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty,

I know not what to say

Dap. Not so, good captain.

Face. Would I were fairly rid on't, believe me. Dap. Nay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should you wish so?

I dare assure you I'll not be ungrateful.

Fuce. I cannot think you will, sir. But the law Is such a thing-and then he says, Read's matter Falling so lately

Da. Read? he was an ass, And dealt, sir, with a fool. Face. It was a clerk, sir. Dup. A clerk?

Face. Nay, hear me, sir. You know the law Better, I think—

Dup. I should, sir, and the danger. You know I shewed the statute to you? Face. You did so.

Let that, sir, move you,

Sub. Pray you, forbear—
Face. He has four angels here-
Sub. You do me wrong, good sir.

Face. Doctor, wherein? To tempt you with these spirits?

Sub. To tempt my art and love, sir, to my peril. 'Fore Heaven, I scarce can think you are my 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.
Sub. Good words, sir.

Face. Good deeds, sir, Doctor Dog's-meat. 'Slight, I bring you

No cheating Clim-o'the-cloughs, or Claribels,
That look as big as five-and-fifty, and flush,
And spit out secrets, like hot custard→→

Dap. Captain.

Face. Nor any melancholic under-scribe Shall tell the vicar: but a special gentle, That is the heir to forty marks a-year, Consorts with the small poets of the time, Is the sole hope of his old grandmother, That knows the law, and writes you six fair hands, Is a fine clerk, and has his cyphering perfect, Will take his oath o' th' Greek Zenophon, If need be, in his pocket; and can court His mistress out of Ovid.

games. Sub. I told you so.

Face. 'Slight, that's a new business! I understood you, a tame bird to fly Twice in a term, or so; on Friday nights, When you had left the office; for a nag Of forty or fifty shillings.

Dup. Ay, 'tis true, sir,

But I do think now I shall leave the law, And therefore

Face. Why, this changes quite the case! D'you think that I dare move him? Dap. If you please, sir; All's one to him, I see.

Face, What! for that money I cannot with my conscience. Make the request, methinks,

Dap. No, sir, I mean To add consideration.

Face. Why, then, sir,

?

Nor should you

I'll try. Say that it were for all games, doctor? Sub. I say, then, not a mouth shall eat for him At any ordinary, but o'the score,

That is a gaming mouth, conceive me.

Face. Indeed!

Sub. He'll draw you all the treasure of the realm,

If it be set him.

Face. Speak you this from art?

Sub, Ay, sir, and reason too; the ground of

art.

He's o' the only best complexion

The queen of Fairy loves,

Face. What! is he!

Doctor,

When must he come for his familiar?

Dap. Shall I not have't with me?
Sub. O, good sir!

There must a world of ceremonies pass,
You must be bath'd and fumigated first;
Besides the queen of Fairy does not rise
'Till it be noon.

Face. Not, if she danc'd to-night.
Sub. And she must bless it.
Face. Did you never see
Her royal grace yet?

Dap. Whom?

Face. Your aunt of Fairy?

Sub. Not since she kiss'd him in the cradle, captain,

I can resolve you that.

Fuce. Well, see her grace,

Whate'er it cost you, for a thing that I know.
It will be somewhat hard to compass: But,
However, see her. You are made, believe it,
If you can see her. Her grace is a lone woman,
And very rich; and, if she take a fancy,
She will do strange things. See her, at any hand;
'Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has!
It is the doctor's fear.

Dap. How will't be done, then?

Face. Let me alone, take you no thought.→
Do you

But say to me,-Captain, I'll see her grace.
Dap. Captain, I'll see her grace.
Face. Enough.

Sub. Who's there?

[One knocks without. Anon!-Conduct him forth by the back way. Sir, against one o'clock prepare yourself. 'Till when you must be fasting; only take Three drops of vinegar in at your nose, Two at your mouth, and one at either ear: Then bathe your fingers ends, and wash your

Drug. This, an't please your worship:

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.

Face. He shall do any thing.-Doctor, do you hear?

This is my friend Abel, an honest fellow,
He lets me have good tobacco, and he does not
Sophisticate it with sack-lees, or oil,
Nor washes it in muscadel and grains,
Nor buries it in gravel under ground,
Wrapp'd up in greasy leather, or piss'd clouts:
But keeps it in fine lily-pots, that, open'd,
Smell like conserve of roses, or French beans.
He has his maple-block, his silver tongs,
Winchester pipes, and fire of juniper:-
A neat, spruce, honest fellow, and no goldsmith.
Sub. He's a fortunate fellow, that I am sure

Face. What, and so little beard?

Sub. Sir, you must think,

He may have a receipt to make hair come. But he'll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine for't:

His fortune looks for him another way. Face. 'Slid, doctor, how canst thou know this so soon?

I'm amus'd at that!

Sub. By a rule, captain,
In metaposcopy, which I do work by,

A certain star i'th'forehead, which you see not.
Your chesnut, or your olive-colour'd face,
Does never fail; and your long ear doth promise.
I knew't by certain spots, too, in his teeth,
And on the nail of his mercurial finger.
Face. Which finger's that?
Sub. His little finger. Look,
You were born upon a Wednesday?
Drug. Yes, indeed, sir.

Sub. The thumb, in chiromanty, 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 the horoscope,
His house of lite being Libra, which foreshew'd
He should be a merchant, and should trade with
balance.

Face. Why, this is strange! Is't not, honest
Nab?

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

Of drugs-This is the west, and this the south?
Drug. Yes, sir.

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

Sub. Make me your door, then, south; your broadside, west:

And, on the east side of your shop, aloft,
Write Mathlai, Tarmiel, and Baraborat;
Upon the north part, Rael, Velel, Thiel.
They are the names of those mercurial spirits,
That do fright flies from boxes.
Drug. Yes, sir.

Sub. And