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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,
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?
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 vomit of all prisons.-
, to converse with cobwebs, Your own destructions, gentlemen ?
For lying too heavy o'the basket.
Dol. O me!
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,
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
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,
So much as for a feather! And you, too,
And claim a primacy in the divisions ?
Were not begun out of equality ?
The venter tripartite ? all things in common?
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,
And lose not the beginning of a term,
And take my part, and quit you.
Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now:
Sub. Who is it, Dol?
Dol. 0, let him in.
Face. Get you
Dol. And what shall I do?
Face. Not be seen; away. Seem you very reserved.
Fuce. Good be wi' you, sir. I pray you let him know that I was here. His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid,
Face. 'Tis his fault,
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!
Sub. Dorothy, mistress Dorothy, O'ds precious, I'll do any thing. What do you
mean: Dol. Because oʻyour fermentation and ciba
tion? 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 :
swear. Sub. What should I swear?
Dol. To leave your faction, sir, And labour kindly in the common work. Sub. Let me not breathe, if I meant aught be
side. I only used those speeches as a spur To him.
Dol. I hope we need no spurs, sir, do we? Face. 'Si d, prove to-day who shall shark best. Sub. Agreed. Dol. Yes, and work close and friendly. Sub. 'Slight, the knot 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, (That scarce have smiled twice sin' the king
came in) A feast of laughter at our follies ? Rascals, Would run themselves from breath to see me ride, Or you t'have bul a hole to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay car-rent? No, agree. And may Don Provost ride a-feasting long, In his old velvet jerkin and stained scarves, (My noble sovereign, and worthy general) Ere we contribute a new crewel-garter To his most worsted worship.
Sub. Royal Dol! Spoken like Claridiana and thyself ! Face. For which, at supper, thou shalt sit in
triumph, And not be styled Dol Common, but Dol Proper, Dol Singular: the longest cut at night Shall draw thee for his Dol Particular.
Sub. Who's that ? one rings. To the window. Dol. Pray Heaven The master do not trouble us this quarter. Fuce. O, fear not him. While there dies one
a-week O’ the plague, he's safe from thinking toward
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.
Dup. Ay, I'm very glad.
Fuce. This is his worship.
Dup. Not so, good captain.
Dup. Nay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should 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
Daj. Read ? he was an ass,
Face. It was a clerk, sir.
Fuce. 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.
you wish so?
Dap. And will I tell, then? By this hand of I e'er embarked myself in such a business.
Dap. Nay, good sir. He did call you,
Sub. First hear me
Face. Not a syllable, 'less you take. Face. What's that?
Sub. Pray ye, sir-
Fuce. Upon no terms but an assumpsit.
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
Sub, I told you so. You, and your flies together
Face. 'Slight, that's a new business!
I understood you, a tame bird to fly
had left the office; for a nag
Dap. Ay, 'tis true, sir,
Fuce. Why, this changes quite the case ! Dap. Captain.
D’you think that I dare move hiin?
All's one to him, I see.
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!
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,
You must be bath'd and tumigated first;
Face. Not, if she danc'd to-night.
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,
Enter SUBTLE, DRUGGER, and Face.
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.
Drug. This, an't please your worship:
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
At home, already-
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,
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,