Face. Out of Broughton!

I told you so. 'Slid, stop her mouth.

No marvel,

If I found check in our great work within,
When such affairs as these were managing!
Mam. Why, have you so?

Sub. It has stood still this half hour:

And all the rest of our less work's gone back.
Where is the instrument of wickedness,
My lewd false drudge?

Mam. Nay, good sir, blame not him.

Believe me, 'twas against his will, or knowledge. I saw her by chance.

Sub. Will you commit more sin

To excuse a varlet?

Mam. By my hope, 'tis true, sir.

Sub. Nay, then I wonder less, if you, for whom

The blessing was prepar'd, would so tempt

Heaven,

Sub. As they were,

So the reward will prove. How now ! Ay me. [A great crack and noise within. God, and all saints be good to us! What's that?

Face. O sir, we are defeated! all the works Are flown in fumo; every glass is burst, Furnace, and all, rent down! as if a bolt Of thunder had been driven through the house. Retorts, receivers, pellicans, bolt-heads, All struck in shivers! Help, good sir! Alas, [SUBTLE falls down as in a swoon. Coldness and death invade him. Nay, sir Mam

mon,

Do the fair offices of a man! You stand,

As you were readier to depart than he.

Mam. Ha, Lungs?

[One knocks. Face. His coach is at the door. Avoid his

Mam. I'll go.

Face. Ay, and repent at home, sir. It may be, For some good penance, you may ha' it yet, A hundred pound to the box at Bet'lemMam. Yes.

Face. For the restoring such as ha' their wits.
Mam. I'll do't.

Face. I'll send one to you to receive it.
Mam. Do.

Is no projection left?

Face. All flown, or stinks, sir.

Mam. Will naught be sav'd, that's good for med'cine, think'st thou ?

Face. I cannot tell, sir. There will be, perhaps,

Something about the scraping of the shardes, Will cure the itch: though not your itch of

mind, sir.

It shall be sav'd for you, and sent home. Good sir,

This way for fear the lord should meet you.. Sub. Face!

Fuce. Ay.

Sub. Is he gone?

Face. Yes, and as heavily,

As all the gold he hop'd for were in his blood. Let us be light, though.

Sub. Ay, as balls, and bound, And hit our heads against the roof for joy: There's so much of our care now cast away. Face. Now to our Don.

Sub. Yes, your young widow, by this time,

For you're a handsome woman: would you were wise, too.

I am a gentleman, come here disguis'd,
Only to find the knaveries of this citadel,
And where I might have wrong'd your honour,
and have not,

I claim some interest in your love. You are,
They say, a widow, rich: and I am a bachelor
Worth naught: Your fortunes may make me a
man,

As mine ha' preserv'd you a woman.
upon it,

And whether I have deserv'd you or no.
Pli. I will, sir.

Think

Sur. And for these household rogues, let me alone

To treat with them.

Sub. How doth my noble Diego?

And my dear madam countess? Hath the count
Been courteous, lady? liberal? and open?
Donzell, methinks you look melancholic,
After your coitum, and scurvy! Truly,
I do not like the dulness of your eye:
It hath a heavy cast, 'tis upsee Dutch,
And says you are a lumpish whore-master.
Be lighter, I will make your pockets so.
[He falls to picking of them.
Sur. Will you, Don Bawd, and pick-purse?
How now? Reel you?

Stand up, sir, you shall find, since I am so

heavy,

I'll gi' you equal weight.

Sub. Help, murder!

Sur. No, sir,

There's no such thing intended. A good cart,

And a clean whip, shall ease you of that fear.

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I am the Spanish Don, that shall be cozen'd, Do you see? cozen'd? Where's your captain Face?

That parcel-broker, and whole-bawd, all rascal. Fuce. How, Surly!

Sur. O, make your approach, good captain. I have found from whence your copper rings, and spoons

Come now, wherewith you cheat abroad in ta

verns.

'Twas here you learnt to anoint your boot with brimstone,

Then rub men's gold on't, for a kind of touch, And say 'twas naught, when you had chang'd the colour,

That you might ha't for nothing? And this doctor,

Your sooty, smoky-bearded compeer, he
Will close you so much gold, in a bolt's-head,
And, on a turn, convey, i' the stead, another
With sublim'd mercury, that shall burst i' the
heat,

And fly out all in fumo? Then weeps Mammon: Then swoons his worship. Or, he is the Faustus,

That casteth figures, and can conjure, cures
Plague, piles, and pox, by the ephemerides,
And holds intelligence with all the bawds,
And midwives of three shires? while you send

in

Kast. Begone, sir, quickly.

Sur. This's strange! Lady, do you inform your brother.

Face. There is not such a foist in all the town,

The doctor had him presently: and finds, yet, The Spanish count will come here. Bear up, Subtle.

Sub. Yes, sir, he must appear within this hour. Face. And yet this rogue would come, in a disguise,

By the temptation of another spirit,

To trouble our art, though he could not hurt it. Kast. Ay,

I know-Away, you talk like a foolish mauther. Sur. Sir, all is truth she says.

Face. Do not believe him, sir:

He is the lying'st swabber! Come your ways,

sir.

Sir, if you get not out o' doors, you lie :
And you are a pimp.

Sur. Why, this is madness, sir,
Not valour in you: I must laugh at this.
Kast. It is my humour: you are a pimp, and
a trig,

And an Amadis de Gaule, or a Don Quixote.
Drug. Or a knight o' the curious coxcomb.
Do you see?

Ana. Peace to the household.
Kast. I'll keep peace for no man.

Ana. Casting of dollars is concluded lawful.
Kast. Is he the constable?

We had determin'd, that thou should'st ha' come, In a Spanish suit, and ha' carried her so; and he,

A brokerly slave, goes, puts it on himself.
Hast brought the damask?
Drug. Yes, sir.

Face. Thou must borrow

A Spanish suit. Hast thou no credit with the players?

Drug. Yes, sir; did you never see me play the fool?

Face. I know not, Nab: Thou shalt, if I can help it.

Hieronymo's old cloak, and ruff, and hat, will

serve,

I'll tell thee more, when thou bring'st 'em.
Ana. Sir, I know [SUBTLE hath whisper'd
with him this while.
The Spaniard hates the brethren, and hath spies
Upon their actions: and that this was one
I make no scruple. But the holy synod
Have been in prayer and meditation, for it ;
And 'tis reveal'd no less to them than me,
That casting of money is most lawful.

Sub. True.

But here, I cannot do it; if the house
Should chance to be suspected, all would out,
And we be lock'd up in the Tower for ever,
To make gold there, for th' state, never come

out:

And, then, are you defeated.

Ana. I will tell

This to the elders, and the weaker brethren, That the whole company of the separation

May join in humble prayer again.

Sub. And fasting.

Ana. Yea, for some fitter place. The peace

of mind

Rest with these walls.

Sub. Thanks, courteous Ananias.

[Exit.

VOL. III.

G

I'll be the count now.

Sub. But where's the widow?

Face. Be silent: not a word, if he call, or knock;

Or-here comes Ďol. She knows

Sub. You're tyrannous still.

Of Jeremy, the butler. I' the mean time,
Do you two pack up all the goods, and purchase,
That we can carry i' the two trunks. I'll keep

him

Off for to-day, if I cannot longer; and then
At night, I'll ship you both away to Ratcliff,
Where we'll meet to-morrow, and there we'll

share.

hast told her

The Spanish count will come?

Dol. Yes, but another is come

You little look'd for!

Face. Who's that?

Dol. Your master:

Pray thee, go heat a little water, quickly, Subtle must shave me. All my captain's beard Must off, to make me appear smooth Jeremy. You'll do't?

Sub. Yes, I'll shave you as well as I can.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

LOVE-WIT and Neighbours.

Love. Has there been such resort, say you? 1 Neigh. Daily, sir.

2 Neigh. And nightly too.

3 Neigh Ay, some as brave as lords.

4 Neigh. Ladies and gentlewomen.

5 Neigh Citizens' wives.

1 Neigh. And knights.

6 Neigh. In coaches.

2 Neigh. Yes, and oyster-women.

1 Neigh. Besides other gallants.

3 Neigh. Sailors' wives."

4 Neigh. Tobacco-men.

5 Neigh. Another Pimlico !

Love. What should my knave advance,

To draw this company? he hung out no banners
Of a strange calf with five legs to be seen?
Or a huge lobster, with six claws?