The Alchemist

Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours, We wish away, both for your sakes and ours, Judging spectators; and desire, in place, To the author justice, to ourselves but grace. Our scene is London, 'cause we would make known, No country's mirth is better than our own: No clime breeds better matter for your whore, Bawd, squire, impostor, many persons more, Whose manners, now call'd humours, feed the stage; And which have still been subject for the rage Or spleen of comic writers. Though this pen Did never aim to grieve, but better men; Howe'er the age he lives in doth endure The vices that she breeds, above their cure. But when the wholesome remedies are sweet, And in their working gain and profit meet, He hopes to find no spirit so much diseased, But will with such fair correctives be pleased: For here he doth not fear who can apply. If there be any that will sit so nigh Unto the stream, to look what it doth run, They shall find things, they'd think or wish were done; They are so natural follies, but so shewn, As even the doers may see, and yet not own.

1.

A ROOM IN LOVEWIT'S HOUSE

ENTER FACE, IN A CAPTAIN'S UNIFORM, WITH HIS SWORD DRAWN, AND SUBTLE WITH A VIAL, QUARRELLING, AND FOLLOWED BY DOL COMMON.

FACEBelieve 't, I will.

SUBThy worst. I fart at thee.

DOLHave you your wits? why, gentlemen! for love--

FACESirrah, I'll strip you--

SUBWhat to do? lick figs
Out at my--

FACERogue, rogue!--out of all your sleights.

DOLNay, look ye, sovereign, general, are you madmen?

SUBO, let the wild sheep loose. I'll gum your silks
With good strong water, an you come.

DOLWill you have
The neighbours hear you? will you betray all?
Hark! I hear somebody.

FACESirrah--

SUBI shall mar
All that the tailor has made, if you approach.

FACEYou most notorious whelp, you insolent slave,
Dare you do this?

SUBYes, faith; yes, faith.

FACEWhy, who
Am I, my mungrel? who am I?

SUBI'll tell you.,
Since you know not yourself.

FACESpeak lower, rogue.

SUBYes, you were once (time's not long past) the good,
Honest, plain, livery-three-pound-thrum, that kept
Your master's worship's house here in the Friars,
For the vacations--

FACEWill you be so loud?

SUBSince, by my means, translated suburb-captain.

FACEBy your means, doctor dog!

SUB

Within man's memory, All this I speak of.

FACEWhy, I pray you, have I
Been countenanced by you, or you by me?
Do but collect, sir, where I met you first.

SUBI do not hear well.

FACENot of this, I think it.
But I shall put you in mind, sir;--at Pie-corner,
Taking your meal of steam in, from cooks' stalls,
Where, like the father of hunger, you did walk
Piteously costive, with your pinch'd-horn-nose,
And your complexion of the Roman wash,
Stuck full of black and melancholic worms,
Like powder corns shot at the artillery-yard.

SUBI wish you could advance your voice a little.

FACEWhen you went pinn'd up in the several rags
You had raked and pick'd from dunghills, before day;
Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes;
A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloke,
That scarce would cover your no buttocks--

SUBSo, sir!

FACEWhen all your alchemy, and your algebra,
Your minerals, vegetals, and animals,
Your conjuring, cozening, and your dozen of trades,
Could not relieve your corps with so much linen
Would make you tinder, but to see a fire;
I gave you countenance, credit for your coals,
Your stills, your glasses, your materials;
Built you a furnace, drew you customers,
Advanced all your black arts; lent you, beside,
A house to practise in--

SUBYour master's house!

FACEWhere you have studied the more thriving skill
Of bawdry since.

SUBYes, in your master's house.
You and the rats here kept possession.
Make it not strange. I know you were one could keep
The buttery-hatch still lock'd, and save the chippings,
Sell the dole beer to aqua-vitae 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' death hath broke up house.

FACEYou might talk softlier, rascal.

SUBNo, you scarab,
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.

FACEThe place has made you valiant.

SUBNo, your clothes.--
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?
Rais'd thee from brooms, and dust, and watering-pots,
Sublimed thee, and exalted thee, and fix'd thee
In the third region, call'd 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?
Giv'n 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 thanks! Do you rebel,
Do you fly out in the projection?
Would you be gone now?

DOLGentlemen, what mean you?
Will you mar all?

SUBSlave, thou hadst had no name--

DOLWill you undo yourselves with civil war?

SUBNever 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.

DOLDo you know who hears you, sovereign?

FACESirrah--

DOLNay, general, I thought you were civil.

FACEI shall turn desperate, if you grow thus loud.

SUBAnd hang thyself, I care not.

FACEHang thee, collier,
And all thy pots, and pans, in picture, I will,
Since thou hast moved me--

DOLO, this will o'erthrow all.

FACEWrite thee up bawd in Paul's, have all thy tricks
Of cozening with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings,
Searching for things lost, with a sieve and sheers,
Erecting figures in your rows of houses,
And taking in of shadows with a glass,
Told in red letters; and a face cut for thee,
Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey's.

DOLAre you sound?
Have you your senses, masters?

FACEI will have
A book, but barely reckoning thy impostures,
Shall prove a true philosopher's stone to printers.

SUBAway, you trencher-rascal!

FACEOut, you dog-leech!
The vomit of all prisons--

DOLWill you be
Your own destructions, gentlemen?

FACEStill spew'd out
For lying too heavy on the basket.

SUBCheater!

FACEBawd!

SUBCow-herd!

FACEConjurer!

SUBCut-purse!

FACEWitch!

DOLO me!
We are ruin'd, lost! have you no more regard
To your reputations? where's your judgment? 'slight,
Have yet some care of me, of your republic--

FACEAway, this brach! I'll bring thee, rogue, within
The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio
Of Harry the Eighth: ay, and perhaps thy neck

Within a noose, for laundring gold and barbing it. DOL [SNATCHES FACE'S SWORD]. You'll bring your head within a cockscomb, will you? And you, sir, with your menstrue-- [DASHES SUBTLE'S VIAL OUT OF HIS HAND.] 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 of you both. Have you together cozen'd all this while, And all the world, and shall it now be said, You've made most courteous shift to cozen yourselves?

[TO FACE.] You will accuse him! you will "bring him in Within the statute!" Who shall take your word? A whoreson, upstart, apocryphal captain, Whom not a Puritan in Blackfriars will trust So much as for a feather: [TO SUBTLE.] and you, too, Will give the cause, forsooth! you will insult, And claim a primacy in the divisions! You must be chief! as if you only had The powder to project with, and the work Were not begun out of equality? The venture tripartite? all things in common? Without priority? 'Sdeath! you perpetual curs, Fall to your couples again, and cozen kindly, And heartily, and lovingly, as you should, And lose not the beginning of a term, Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too, 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 on him.

SUBWhy, so it does.

DOLHow does it? do not we
Sustain our parts?

SUBYes, but they are not equal.

DOLWhy, if your part exceed to-day, I hope
Ours may, to-morrow match it.

SUBAy, they MAY.

DOLMay, murmuring mastiff! ay, and do. Death on me!
Help me to throttle him.

[SEIZES SUB. BY THE THROAT.]

SUBDorothy! mistress Dorothy!
'Ods precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean?

DOLBecause o' your fermentation and cibation?

SUBNot I, by heaven--

DOLYour Sol and Luna

[TO FACE.] --help me.

SUBWould I were hang'd then? I'll conform myself.

DOLWill you, sir? do so then, and quickly: swear.

SUBWhat should I swear?

DOLTo leave your faction, sir,
And labour kindly in the common work.

SUBLet me not breathe if I meant aught beside.
I only used those speeches as a spur
To him.

DOLI hope we need no spurs, sir. Do we?

FACE'Slid, prove to-day, who shall shark best.

SUBAgreed.

DOLYes, and work close and friendly.

SUB'Slight, the knot
Shall grow the stronger for this breach, with me.

[THEY SHAKE HANDS.]

DOLWhy, so, my good baboons! Shall we go make
A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours,
That scarce have smiled twice since 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 but a hole to thrust your heads in,
For which you should pay ear-rent? No, agree.
And may don Provost ride a feasting long,
In his old velvet jerkin and stain'd scarfs,
My noble sovereign, and worthy general,
Ere we contribute a new crewel garter
To his most worsted worship.

SUBRoyal Dol!
Spoken like Claridiana, and thyself.

FACEFor 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 Doll Particular.

[BELL RINGS WITHOUT.]

SUBWho's that? one rings. To the window, Dol:

[EXIT DOL.] --pray heaven, The master do not trouble us this quarter.

FACEO, 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;
I had a letter from him. If he do,
He'll send such word, for airing of the house,
As you shall have sufficient time to quit it:
Though we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter.

[RE-ENTER DOL.]

SUBWho is it, Dol?

DOLA fine young quodling.

FACEO,
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.

DOLO, let him in.

SUBStay. Who shall do't?

FACEGet you
Your robes on: I will meet him as going out.

DOLAnd what shall I do?

FACENot be seen; away!

[EXIT DOL.] Seem you very reserv'd.

SUBEnough.

[EXIT.] FACE [ALOUD AND RETIRING]. God be wi' you, sir, I pray you let him know that I was here: His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but-- DAP [WITHIN]. Captain, I am here.

FACEWho's that?--He's come, I think, doctor.

[ENTER DAPPER.] Good faith, sir, I was going away.

DAPIn truth
I am very sorry, captain.

FACEBut I thought
Sure I should meet you.

DAPAy, I am very glad.
I had 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 robb'd
Of my past-time.

[RE-ENTER SUBTLE IN HIS VELVET CAP AND GOWN.] Is this the cunning-man?

FACEThis is his worship.

DAPIs he a doctor?

FACEYes.

DAPAnd have you broke with him, captain?

FACEAy.

DAPAnd how?

FACEFaith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty
I know not what to say.

DAPNot so, good captain.

FACEWould I were fairly rid of it, believe me.

DAPNay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should you wish so?
I dare assure you, I'll not be ungrateful.

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

DAPRead! he was an ass,
And dealt, sir, with a fool.

FACEIt was a clerk, sir.

DAPA clerk!

FACENay, hear me, sir. You know the law
Better, I think--

DAPI should, sir, and the danger:
You know, I shewed the statute to you.

FACEYou did so.

DAPAnd will I tell then! By this hand of flesh,
Would it might never write good court-hand more,
If I discover. What do you think of me,
That I am a chiaus?

FACEWhat's that?

DAPThe Turk was here.
As one would say, do you think I am a Turk?

FACEI'll tell the doctor so.

DAPDo, good sweet captain.

FACECome, noble doctor, pray thee let's prevail;
This is the gentleman, and he is no chiaus.

SUBCaptain, I have return'd you all my answer.
I would do much, sir, for your love--But this
I neither may, nor can.

FACETut, do not say so.
You deal now with a noble fellow, doctor,
One that will thank you richly; and he is no chiaus:
Let that, sir, move you.

SUBPray you, forbear--

FACEHe has
Four angels here.

SUBYou do me wrong, good sir.

FACEDoctor, wherein? to tempt you with these spirits?

SUBTo 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.

FACEI draw you! a horse draw you, and a halter,
You, and your flies together--

DAPNay, good captain.

FACEThat know no difference of men.

SUBGood words, sir.

FACEGood deeds, sir, doctor dogs-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--

DAPCaptain!

FACENor 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' the Greek Testament,
If need be, in his pocket; and can court
His mistress out of Ovid.

DAPNay, dear captain--

FACEDid you not tell me so?

DAPYes; but I'd have you
Use master doctor with some more respect.

FACEHang him, proud stag, with his broad velvet head!--
But for your sake, I'd choak, ere I would change
An article of breath with such a puckfist:
Come, let's be gone.

[GOING.]

SUBPray you let me speak with you.

DAPHis worship calls you, captain.

FACEI am sorry
I e'er embark'd myself in such a business.

DAPNay, good sir; he did call you.

FACEWill he take then?

SUBFirst, hear me--

FACENot a syllable, 'less you take.

SUBPray you, sir--

FACEOn no terms but an assumpsit.

SUBYour humour must be law.

[HE TAKES THE FOUR ANGELS.]

FACEWhy now, sir, talk.
Now I dare hear you with mine honour. Speak.
So may this gentleman too.

SUBWhy, sir--

[OFFERING TO WHISPER FACE.]

FACENo whispering.

SUBFore heaven, you do not apprehend the loss
You do yourself in this.

FACEWherein? for what?

SUBMarry, to be so importunate for one,
That, when he has it, will undo you all:
He'll win up all the money in the town.

FACEHow!

SUBYes, and blow up gamester after gamester,
As they do crackers in a puppet-play.
If I do give him a familiar,
Give you him all you play for; never set him:
For he will have it.

FACEYou are mistaken, doctor.
Why he does ask one but for cups and horses,
A rifling fly; none of your great familiars.

DAPYes, captain, I would have it for all games.

SUBI told you so.
FACE [TAKING DAP. ASIDE]. 'Slight, that is 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.

DAPAy, 'tis true, sir;
But I do think now I shall leave the law,
And therefore--

FACEWhy, this changes quite the case.
Do you think that I dare move him?

DAPIf you please, sir;
All's one to him, I see.

FACEWhat! for that money?
I cannot with my conscience; nor should you
Make the request, methinks.

DAPNo, sir, I mean
To add consideration.

FACEWhy then, sir,
I'll try.--

[GOES TO SUBTLE.] Say that it were for all games, doctor.

SUBI say then, not a mouth shall eat for him
At any ordinary, but on the score,
That is a gaming mouth, conceive me.

FACEIndeed!

SUBHe'll draw you all the treasure of the realm,
If it be set him.

FACESpeak you this from art?

SUBAy, sir, and reason too, the ground of art.
He is of the only best complexion,
The queen of Fairy loves.

FACEWhat! is he?

SUBPeace.
He'll overhear you. Sir, should she but see him--

FACEWhat?

SUBDo not you tell him.

FACEWill he win at cards too?

SUBThe spirits of dead Holland, living Isaac,
You'd swear, were in him; such a vigorous luck
As cannot be resisted. 'Slight, he'll put
Six of your gallants to a cloke, indeed.

FACEA strange success, that some man shall be born to.

SUBHe hears you, man--

DAPSir, I'll not be ingrateful.

FACEFaith, I have confidence in his good nature:
You hear, he says he will not be ingrateful.

SUBWhy, as you please; my venture follows yours.

FACETroth, do it, doctor; think him trusty, and make him.
He may make us both happy in an hour;
Win some five thousand pound, and send us two on't.

DAPBelieve it, and I will, sir.

FACEAnd you shall, sir.

[TAKES HIM ASIDE.] You have heard all?

DAPNo, what was't? Nothing, I, sir.

FACENothing!

DAPA little, sir.

FACEWell, a rare star
Reign'd at your birth.

DAPAt mine, sir! No.

FACEThe doctor
Swears that you are--

SUBNay, captain, you'll tell all now.

FACEAllied to the queen of Fairy.

DAPWho! that I am?
Believe it, no such matter--

FACEYes, and that
You were born with a cawl on your head.

DAPWho says so?

FACECome,
You know it well enough, though you dissemble it.

DAPI'fac, I do not; you are mistaken.

FACEHow!
Swear by your fac, and in a thing so known
Unto the doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you
In the other matter? can we ever think,
When you have won five or six thousand pound,
You'll send us shares in't, by this rate?

DAPBy Jove, sir,
I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half.
I'fac's no oath.

SUBNo, no, he did but jest.

FACEGo to. Go thank the doctor: he's your friend,
To take it so.

DAPI thank his worship.

FACESo!
Another angel.

DAPMust I?

FACEMust you! 'slight,
What else is thanks? will you be trivial?--Doctor,

[DAPPER GIVES HIM THE MONEY.] When must he come for his familiar?

DAPShall I not have it with me?

SUBO, 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.

FACENot, if she danced, to-night.

SUBAnd she must bless it.

FACEDid you never see
Her royal grace yet?

DAPWhom?

FACEYour aunt of Fairy?

SUBNot since she kist him in the cradle, captain;
I can resolve you that.

FACEWell, 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.

DAPHow will't be done, then?

FACELet 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."

FACEEnough.

[KNOCKING WITHIN.]

SUBWho's there?
Anon.

[ASIDE TO FACE.] --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 eyes, To sharpen your five senses, and cry "hum" Thrice, and then "buz" as often; and then come. [EXIT.]

FACECan you remember this?

DAPI warrant you.

FACEWell then, away. It is but your bestowing
Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants,
And put on a clean shirt: you do not know
What grace her grace may do you in clean linen.

[EXEUNT FACE AND DAPPER.] SUB [WITHIN]. Come in! Good wives, I pray you forbear me now; Troth I can do you no good till afternoon-- [RE-ENTERS, FOLLOWED BY DRUGGER.] What is your name, say you? Abel Drugger?

DRUGYes, sir.

SUBA seller of tobacco?

DRUGYes, sir.

SUBUmph!
Free of the grocers?

DRUGAy, an't please you.

SUBWell--
Your business, Abel?

DRUGThis, 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 necromancy,
And where my shelves; and which should be for boxes,
And which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir:
And I was wish'd to your worship by a gentleman,
One captain Face, that says you know men's planets,
And their good angels, and their bad.

SUBI do,
If I do see them--

[RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACEWhat! my honest Abel?
Though art well met here.

DRUGTroth, sir, I was speaking,
Just as your worship came here, of your worship:
I pray you speak for me to master doctor.

FACEHe 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.

SUBHe is a fortunate fellow, that I am sure on.

FACEAlready, sir, have you found it? Lo thee, Abel!

SUBAnd in right way toward riches--

FACESir!

SUBThis summer
He will be of the clothing of his company,
And next spring call'd to the scarlet; spend what he can.

FACEWhat, and so little beard?

SUBSir, 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 am amused at that!

SUBBy a rule, captain,
In metoposcopy, which I do work by;
A certain star in the forehead, which you see not.
Your chestnut 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.

FACEWhich finger's that?

SUBHis little finger. Look.
You were born on a Wednesday?

DRUGYes, indeed, sir.

SUBThe thumb, in chiromancy, we give Venus;
The fore-finger, to Jove; the midst, to Saturn;
The ring, to Sol; the least, to Mercury,
Who was the lord, sir, of his horoscope,
His house of life being Libra; which fore-shew'd,
He should be a merchant, and should trade with balance.

FACEWhy, this is strange! Is it not, honest Nab?

SUBThere is a ship now, coming from Ormus,
That shall yield him such a commodity
Of drugs

[POINTING TO THE PLAN.] --This is the west, and this the south?

DRUGYes, sir.

SUBAnd those are your two sides?

DRUGAy, sir.

SUBMake me your door, then, south; your broad side, west:
And on the east side of your shop, aloft,
Write Mathlai, Tarmiel, and Baraborat;
On the north part, Rael, Velel, Thiel.
They are the names of those mercurial spirits,
That do fright flies from boxes.

DRUGYes, sir.

SUBAnd
Beneath your threshold, bury me a load-stone
To draw in gallants that wear spurs: the rest,
They'll seem to follow.

FACEThat's a secret, Nab!

SUBAnd, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice
And a court-fucus to call city-dames:
You shall deal much with minerals.

DRUGSir, I have.
At home, already--

SUBAy, I know you have arsenic,
Vitriol, sal-tartar, argaile, alkali,
Cinoper: I know all.--This fellow, captain,
Will come, in time, to be a great distiller,
And give a say--I will not say directly,
But very fair--at the philosopher's stone.

FACEWhy, how now, Abel! is this true?
DRUG [ASIDE TO FACE]. Good captain,
What must I give?

FACENay, I'll not counsel thee.
Thou hear'st what wealth (he says, spend what thou canst,)
Thou'rt like to come to.

DRUGI would gi' him a crown.

FACEA crown! and toward such a fortune? heart,
Thou shalt rather gi' him thy shop. No gold about thee?

DRUGYes, I have a portague, I have kept this half-year.

FACEOut on thee, Nab! 'Slight, there was such an offer--
Shalt keep't no longer, I'll give't him for thee. Doctor,
Nab prays your worship to drink this, and swears
He will appear more grateful, as your skill
Does raise him in the world.

DRUGI would entreat
Another favour of his worship.

FACEWhat is't, Nab?

DRUGBut to look over, sir, my almanack,
And cross out my ill-days, that I may neither
Bargain, nor trust on them.

FACEThat he shall, Nab:
Leave it, it shall be done, 'gainst afternoon.

SUBAnd a direction for his shelves.

FACENow, Nab,
Art thou well pleased, Nab?

DRUG'Thank, sir, both your worships.

FACEAway.

[EXIT DRUGGER.] Why, now, you smoaky persecutor of nature! Now do you see, that something's to be done, Beside your beech-coal, and your corsive waters, Your crosslets, crucibles, and cucurbites? You must have stuff brought home to you, to work on: And yet you think, I am at no expense In searching out these veins, then following them, Then trying them out. 'Fore God, my intelligence Costs me more money, than my share oft comes to, In these rare works.

SUBYou are pleasant, sir.

[RE-ENTER DOL.] --How now! What says my dainty Dolkin?

DOLYonder fish-wife
Will not away. And there's your giantess,
The bawd of Lambeth.

SUBHeart, I cannot speak with them.

DOLNot afore night, I have told them in a voice,
Thorough the trunk, like one of your familiars.
But I have spied sir Epicure Mammon--

SUBWhere?

DOLComing along, at far end of the lane,
Slow of his feet, but earnest of his tongue
To one that's with him.

SUBFace, go you and shift.

[EXIT FACE.] Dol, you must presently make ready, too.

DOLWhy, what's the matter?

SUBO, I did look for him
With the sun's rising: 'marvel he could sleep,
This is the day I am to perfect for him
The magisterium, our great work, the stone;
And yield it, made, into his hands: of which
He has, this month, talked as he were possess'd.
And now he's dealing pieces on't away.--
Methinks I see him entering ordinaries,
Dispensing for the pox, and plaguy houses,
Reaching his dose, walking Moorfields for lepers,
And offering citizens' wives pomander-bracelets,
As his preservative, made of the elixir;
Searching the spittal, to make old bawds young;
And the highways, for beggars, to make rich.
I see no end of his labours. He will make
Nature asham'd of her long sleep: when art,
Who's but a step-dame, shall do more than she,
In her best love to mankind, ever could:
If his dream lasts, he'll turn the age to gold.

[EXEUNT.]

1.

AN OUTER ROOM IN LOVEWIT'S HOUSE

ENTER SIR EPICURE MAMMON AND SURLY

MAMCome on, sir. Now, you set your foot on shore
In Novo Orbe; here's the rich Peru:
And there within, sir, are the golden mines,
Great Solomon's Ophir! he was sailing to't,
Three years, but we have reached it in ten months.
This is the day, wherein, to all my friends,
I will pronounce the happy word, BE RICH;

THIS DAY YOU SHALL BE SPECTATISSIMIYou shall no more deal with the hollow dye,
Or the frail card. No more be at charge of keeping
The livery-punk for the young heir, that must
Seal, at all hours, in his shirt: no more,
If he deny, have him beaten to't, as he is
That brings him the commodity. No more
Shall thirst of satin, or the covetous hunger
Of velvet entrails for a rude-spun cloke,
To be display'd at madam Augusta's, make
The sons of Sword and Hazard fall before
The golden calf, and on their knees, whole nights
Commit idolatry with wine and trumpets:
Or go a feasting after drum and ensign.
No more of this. You shall start up young viceroys,
And have your punks, and punketees, my Surly.
And unto thee I speak it first, BE RICH.
Where is my Subtle, there? Within, ho!
FACE [WITHIN]. Sir, he'll come to you by and by.

MAMThat is his fire-drake,
His Lungs, his Zephyrus, he that puffs his coals,
Till he firk nature up, in her own centre.
You are not faithful, sir. This night, I'll change
All that is metal, in my house, to gold:
And, early in the morning, will I send
To all the plumbers and the pewterers,
And by their tin and lead up; and to Lothbury
For all the copper.

SURWhat, and turn that too?

MAMYes, and I'll purchase Devonshire and Cornwall,
And make them perfect Indies! you admire now?

SURNo, faith.

MAMBut when you see th' effects of the Great Medicine,
Of which one part projected on a hundred
Of Mercury, or Venus, or the moon,
Shall turn it to as many of the sun;
Nay, to a thousand, so ad infinitum:
You will believe me.

SURYes, when I see't, I will.
But if my eyes do cozen me so, and I
Giving them no occasion, sure I'll have
A whore, shall piss them out next day.

MAMHa! why?
Do you think I fable with you? I assure you,
He that has once the flower of the sun,
The perfect ruby, which we call elixir,
Not only can do that, but, by its virtue,
Can confer honour, love, respect, long life;
Give safety, valour, yea, and victory,
To whom he will. In eight and twenty days,
I'll make an old man of fourscore, a child.

SURNo doubt; he's that already.

MAMNay, I mean,
Restore his years, renew him, like an eagle,
To the fifth age; make him get sons and daughters,
Young giants; as our philosophers have done,
The ancient patriarchs, afore the flood,
But taking, once a week, on a knife's point,
The quantity of a grain of mustard of it;
Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.

SURThe decay'd vestals of Pict-hatch would thank you,
That keep the fire alive, there.

MAM'Tis the secret
Of nature naturis'd 'gainst all infections,
Cures all diseases coming of all causes;
A month's grief in a day, a year's in twelve;
And, of what age soever, in a month:
Past all the doses of your drugging doctors.
I'll undertake, withal, to fright the plague
Out of the kingdom in three months.

SURAnd I'll
Be bound, the players shall sing your praises, then,
Without their poets.

MAMSir, I'll do't. Mean time,
I'll give away so much unto my man,
Shall serve the whole city, with preservative
Weekly; each house his dose, and at the rate--

SURAs he that built the Water-work, does with water?

MAMYou are incredulous.

SURFaith I have a humour,
I would not willingly be gull'd. Your stone
Cannot transmute me.

MAMPertinax, [my] Surly,
Will you believe antiquity? records?
I'll shew you a book where Moses and his sister,
And Solomon have written of the art;
Ay, and a treatise penn'd by Adam--

SURHow!

MAMOf the philosopher's stone, and in High Dutch.

SURDid Adam write, sir, in High Dutch?

MAMHe did;
Which proves it was the primitive tongue.

SURWhat paper?

MAMOn cedar board.

SURO that, indeed, they say,
Will last 'gainst worms.

MAM'Tis like your Irish wood,
'Gainst cob-webs. I have a piece of Jason's fleece, too,
Which was no other than a book of alchemy,
Writ in large sheep-skin, a good fat ram-vellum.
Such was Pythagoras' thigh, Pandora's tub,
And, all that fable of Medea's charms,
The manner of our work; the bulls, our furnace,
Still breathing fire; our argent-vive, the dragon:
The dragon's teeth, mercury sublimate,
That keeps the whiteness, hardness, and the biting;
And they are gathered into Jason's helm,
The alembic, and then sow'd in Mars his field,
And thence sublimed so often, till they're fixed.
Both this, the Hesperian garden, Cadmus' story,
Jove's shower, the boon of Midas, Argus' eyes,
Boccace his Demogorgon, thousands more,
All abstract riddles of our stone.

[ENTER FACE, AS A SERVANT.] --How now! Do we succeed? Is our day come? and holds it?

FACEThe evening will set red on you, sir;
You have colour for it, crimson: the red ferment
Has done his office; three hours hence prepare you
To see projection.

MAMPertinax, my Surly.
Again I say to thee, aloud, Be rich.
This day, thou shalt have ingots; and to-morrow,
Give lords th' affront.--Is it, my Zephyrus, right?
Blushes the bolt's-head?

FACELike a wench with child, sir,
That were but now discover'd to her master.

MAMExcellent witty Lungs!--my only care
Where to get stuff enough now, to project on;
This town will not half serve me.

FACENo, sir! buy
The covering off o' churches.

MAMThat's true.

FACEYes.
Let them stand bare, as do their auditory;
Or cap them, new, with shingles.

MAMNo, good thatch:
Thatch will lie light on the rafters, Lungs.--
Lungs, I will manumit thee from the furnace;
I will restore thee thy complexion, Puffe,
Lost in the embers; and repair this brain,
Hurt with the fume o' the metals.

FACEI have blown, sir,
Hard for your worship; thrown by many a coal,
When 'twas not beech; weigh'd those I put in, just,
To keep your heat still even; these blear'd eyes
Have wak'd to read your several colours, sir,
Of the pale citron, the green lion, the crow,
The peacock's tail, the plumed swan.

MAMAnd, lastly,
Thou hast descry'd the flower, the sanguis agni?

FACEYes, sir.

MAMWhere's master?

FACEAt his prayers, sir, he;
Good man, he's doing his devotions
For the success.

MAMLungs, I will set a period
To all thy labours; thou shalt be the master
Of my seraglio.

FACEGood, sir.

MAMBut do you hear?
I'll geld you, Lungs.

FACEYes, sir.

MAMFor I do mean
To have a list of wives and concubines,
Equal with Solomon, who had the stone
Alike with me; and I will make me a back
With the elixir, that shall be as tough
As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.--
Thou'rt sure thou saw'st it blood?

FACEBoth blood and spirit, sir.

MAMI will have all my beds blown up, not stuft;
Down is too hard: and then, mine oval room
Fill'd with such pictures as Tiberius took
From Elephantis, and dull Aretine
But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses
Cut in more subtle angles, to disperse
And multiply the figures, as I walk
Naked between my succubae. My mists
I'll have of perfume, vapour'd 'bout the room,
To lose ourselves in; and my baths, like pits
To fall into; from whence we will come forth,
And roll us dry in gossamer and roses.--
Is it arrived at ruby?--Where I spy
A wealthy citizen, or [a] rich lawyer,
Have a sublimed pure wife, unto that fellow
I'll send a thousand pound to be my cuckold.

FACEAnd I shall carry it?

MAMNo. I'll have no bawds,
But fathers and mothers: they will do it best,
Best of all others. And my flatterers
Shall be the pure and gravest of divines,
That I can get for money. My mere fools,
Eloquent burgesses, and then my poets
The same that writ so subtly of the fart,
Whom I will entertain still for that subject.
The few that would give out themselves to be
Court and town-stallions, and, each-where, bely
Ladies who are known most innocent for them;
Those will I beg, to make me eunuchs of:
And they shall fan me with ten estrich tails
A-piece, made in a plume to gather wind.
We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the med'cine.
My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells,
Dishes of agat set in gold, and studded
With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies.
The tongues of carps, dormice, and camels' heels,
Boil'd in the spirit of sol, and dissolv'd pearl,
Apicius' diet, 'gainst the epilepsy:
And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber,
Headed with diamond and carbuncle.
My foot-boy shall eat pheasants, calver'd salmons,
Knots, godwits, lampreys: I myself will have
The beards of barbels served, instead of sallads;
Oil'd mushrooms; and the swelling unctuous paps
Of a fat pregnant sow, newly cut off,
Drest with an exquisite, and poignant sauce;
For which, I'll say unto my cook, "There's gold,
Go forth, and be a knight."

FACESir, I'll go look
A little, how it heightens.

[EXIT.]

MAMDo.--My shirts
I'll have of taffeta-sarsnet, soft and light
As cobwebs; and for all my other raiment,
It shall be such as might provoke the Persian,
Were he to teach the world riot anew.
My gloves of fishes' and birds' skins, perfumed
With gums of paradise, and eastern air--

SURAnd do you think to have the stone with this?

MAMNo, I do think t' have all this with the stone.

SURWhy, I have heard he must be homo frugi,
A pious, holy, and religious man,
One free from mortal sin, a very virgin.

MAMThat makes it, sir; he is so: but I buy it;
My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch,
A notable, superstitious, good soul,
Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald,
With prayer and fasting for it: and, sir, let him
Do it alone, for me, still. Here he comes.
Not a profane word afore him: 'tis poison.--

[ENTER SUBTLE.] Good morrow, father.

SUBGentle son, good morrow,
And to your friend there. What is he, is with you?

MAMAn heretic, that I did bring along,
In hope, sir, to convert him.

SUBSon, I doubt
You are covetous, that thus you meet your time
In the just point: prevent your day at morning.
This argues something, worthy of a fear
Of importune and carnal appetite.
Take heed you do not cause the blessing leave you,
With your ungovern'd haste. I should be sorry
To see my labours, now even at perfection,
Got by long watching and large patience,
Not prosper where my love and zeal hath placed them.
Which (heaven I call to witness, with your self,
To whom I have pour'd my thoughts) in all my ends,
Have look'd no way, but unto public good,
To pious uses, and dear charity
Now grown a prodigy with men. Wherein
If you, my son, should now prevaricate,
And, to your own particular lusts employ
So great and catholic a bliss, be sure
A curse will follow, yea, and overtake
Your subtle and most secret ways.

MAMI know, sir;
You shall not need to fear me; I but come,
To have you confute this gentleman.

SURWho is,
Indeed, sir, somewhat costive of belief
Toward your stone; would not be gull'd.

SUBWell, son,
All that I can convince him in, is this,
The WORK IS DONE, bright sol is in his robe.
We have a medicine of the triple soul,
The glorified spirit. Thanks be to heaven,
And make us worthy of it!--Ulen Spiegel!
FACE [WITHIN]. Anon, sir.

SUBLook well to the register.
And let your heat still lessen by degrees,
To the aludels.
FACE [WITHIN]. Yes, sir.

SUBDid you look
On the bolt's-head yet?
FACE [WITHIN]. Which? on D, sir?

SUBAy;
What's the complexion?
FACE [WITHIN]. Whitish.

SUBInfuse vinegar,
To draw his volatile substance and his tincture:
And let the water in glass E be filter'd,
And put into the gripe's egg. Lute him well;
And leave him closed in balneo.
FACE [WITHIN]. I will, sir.

SURWhat a brave language here is! next to canting.

SUBI have another work, you never saw, son,
That three days since past the philosopher's wheel,
In the lent heat of Athanor; and's become
Sulphur of Nature.

MAMBut 'tis for me?

SUBWhat need you?
You have enough in that is perfect.

MAMO but--

SUBWhy, this is covetise!

MAMNo, I assure you,
I shall employ it all in pious uses,
Founding of colleges and grammar schools,
Marrying young virgins, building hospitals,
And now and then a church.

[RE-ENTER FACE.]

SUBHow now!

FACESir, please you,
Shall I not change the filter?

SUBMarry, yes;
And bring me the complexion of glass B.

[EXIT FACE.]

MAMHave you another?

SUBYes, son; were I assured--
Your piety were firm, we would not want
The means to glorify it: but I hope the best.--
I mean to tinct C in sand-heat to-morrow,
And give him imbibition.

MAMOf white oil?

SUBNo, sir, of red. F is come over the helm too,
I thank my Maker, in S. Mary's bath,
And shews lac virginis. Blessed be heaven!
I sent you of his faeces there calcined:
Out of that calx, I have won the salt of mercury.

MAMBy pouring on your rectified water?

SUBYes, and reverberating in Athanor.

[RE-ENTER FACE.] How now! what colour says it?

FACEThe ground black, sir.

MAMThat's your crow's head?

SURYour cock's-comb's, is it not?

SUBNo, 'tis not perfect. Would it were the crow!
That work wants something.
SUR [ASIDE]. O, I looked for this.
The hay's a pitching.

SUBAre you sure you loosed them
In their own menstrue?

FACEYes, sir, and then married them,
And put them in a bolt's-head nipp'd to digestion,
According as you bade me, when I set
The liquor of Mars to circulation
In the same heat.

SUBThe process then was right.

FACEYes, by the token, sir, the retort brake,
And what was saved was put into the pellican,
And sign'd with Hermes' seal.

SUBI think 'twas so.
We should have a new amalgama.
SUR [ASIDE]. O, this ferret
Is rank as any pole-cat.

SUBBut I care not:
Let him e'en die; we have enough beside,
In embrion. H has his white shirt on?

FACEYes, sir,
He's ripe for inceration, he stands warm,
In his ash-fire. I would not you should let
Any die now, if I might counsel, sir,
For luck's sake to the rest: it is not good.

MAMHe says right.
SUR [ASIDE]. Ay, are you bolted?

FACENay, I know't, sir,
I have seen the ill fortune. What is some three ounces
Of fresh materials?

MAMIs't no more?

FACENo more, sir.
Of gold, t'amalgame with some six of mercury.

MAMAway, here's money. What will serve?

FACEAsk him, sir.

MAMHow much?

SUBGive him nine pound:--you may give him ten.

SURYes, twenty, and be cozen'd, do.

MAMThere 'tis.

[GIVES FACE THE MONEY.]

SUBThis needs not; but that you will have it so,
To see conclusions of all: for two
Of our inferior works are at fixation,
A third is in ascension. Go your ways.
Have you set the oil of luna in kemia?

FACEYes, sir.

SUBAnd the philosopher's vinegar?

FACEAy.

[EXIT.]

SURWe shall have a sallad!

MAMWhen do you make projection?

SUBSon, be not hasty, I exalt our med'cine,
By hanging him in balneo vaporoso,
And giving him solution; then congeal him;
And then dissolve him; then again congeal him;
For look, how oft I iterate the work,
So many times I add unto his virtue.
As, if at first one ounce convert a hundred,
After his second loose, he'll turn a thousand;
His third solution, ten; his fourth, a hundred:
After his fifth, a thousand thousand ounces
Of any imperfect metal, into pure
Silver or gold, in all examinations,
As good as any of the natural mine.
Get you your stuff here against afternoon,
Your brass, your pewter, and your andirons.

MAMNot those of iron?

SUBYes, you may bring them too:
We'll change all metals.

SURI believe you in that.

MAMThen I may send my spits?

SUBYes, and your racks.

SURAnd dripping-pans, and pot-hangers, and hooks?
Shall he not?

SUBIf he please.
SUR.--To be an ass.

SUBHow, sir!

MAMThis gentleman you must bear withal:
I told you he had no faith.

SURAnd little hope, sir;
But much less charity, should I gull myself.

SUBWhy, what have you observ'd, sir, in our art,
Seems so impossible?

SURBut your whole work, no more.
That you should hatch gold in a furnace, sir,
As they do eggs in Egypt!

SUBSir, do you
Believe that eggs are hatch'd so?

SURIf I should?

SUBWhy, I think that the greater miracle.
No egg but differs from a chicken more
Than metals in themselves.

SURThat cannot be.
The egg's ordain'd by nature to that end,
And is a chicken in potentia.

SUBThe same we say of lead and other metals,
Which would be gold, if they had time.

MAMAnd that
Our art doth further.

SUBAy, for 'twere absurb
To think that nature in the earth bred gold
Perfect in the instant: something went before.
There must be remote matter.

SURAy, what is that?

SUBMarry, we say--

MAMAy, now it heats: stand, father,
Pound him to dust.

SUBIt is, of the one part,
A humid exhalation, which we call
Material liquida, or the unctuous water;
On the other part, a certain crass and vicious
Portion of earth; both which, concorporate,
Do make the elementary matter of gold;
Which is not yet propria materia,
But common to all metals and all stones;
For, where it is forsaken of that moisture,
And hath more driness, it becomes a stone:
Where it retains more of the humid fatness,
It turns to sulphur, or to quicksilver,
Who are the parents of all other metals.
Nor can this remote matter suddenly
Progress so from extreme unto extreme,
As to grow gold, and leap o'er all the means.
Nature doth first beget the imperfect, then
Proceeds she to the perfect. Of that airy
And oily water, mercury is engender'd;
Sulphur of the fat and earthy part; the one,
Which is the last, supplying the place of male,
The other of the female, in all metals.
Some do believe hermaphrodeity,
That both do act and suffer. But these two
Make the rest ductile, malleable, extensive.
And even in gold they are; for we do find
Seeds of them, by our fire, and gold in them;
And can produce the species of each metal
More perfect thence, than nature doth in earth.
Beside, who doth not see in daily practice
Art can beget bees, hornets, beetles, wasps,
Out of the carcases and dung of creatures;
Yea, scorpions of an herb, being rightly placed?
And these are living creatures, far more perfect
And excellent than metals.

MAMWell said, father!
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument,
He'll bray you in a mortar.

SURPray you, sir, stay.
Rather than I'll be brayed, sir, I'll believe
That Alchemy is a pretty kind of game,
Somewhat like tricks o' the cards, to cheat a man
With charming.

SUBSir?

SURWhat else are all your terms,
Whereon no one of your writers 'grees with other?
Of your elixir, your lac virginis,
Your stone, your med'cine, and your chrysosperm,
Your sal, your sulphur, and your mercury,
Your oil of height, your tree of life, your blood,
Your marchesite, your tutie, your magnesia,
Your toad, your crow, your dragon, and your panther;
Your sun, your moon, your firmament, your adrop,
Your lato, azoch, zernich, chibrit, heautarit,
And then your red man, and your white woman,
With all your broths, your menstrues, and materials,
Of piss and egg-shells, women's terms, man's blood,
Hair o' the head, burnt clouts, chalk, merds, and clay,
Powder of bones, scalings of iron, glass,
And worlds of other strange ingredients,
Would burst a man to name?

SUBAnd all these named,
Intending but one thing; which art our writers
Used to obscure their art.

MAMSir, so I told him--
Because the simple idiot should not learn it,
And make it vulgar.

SUBWas not all the knowledge
Of the Aegyptians writ in mystic symbols?
Speak not the scriptures oft in parables?
Are not the choicest fables of the poets,
That were the fountains and first springs of wisdom,
Wrapp'd in perplexed allegories?

MAMI urg'd that,
And clear'd to him, that Sisyphus was damn'd
To roll the ceaseless stone, only because
He would have made Ours common.
DOL [APPEARS AT THE DOOR].--
Who is this?

SUB'Sprecious!--What do you mean? go in, good lady,
Let me entreat you.

[DOL RETIRES.] --Where's this varlet? [RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACESir.

SUBYou very knave! do you use me thus?

FACEWherein, sir?

SUBGo in and see, you traitor. Go!

[EXIT FACE.]

MAMWho is it, sir?

SUBNothing, sir; nothing.

MAMWhat's the matter, good sir?
I have not seen you thus distemper'd: who is't?

SUBAll arts have still had, sir, their adversaries;
But ours the most ignorant.--

[RE-ENTER FACE.] What now?

FACE'Twas not my fault, sir; she would speak with you.

SUBWould she, sir! Follow me.

[EXIT.] MAM [STOPPING HIM]. Stay, Lungs.

FACEI dare not, sir.

MAMStay, man; what is she?

FACEA lord's sister, sir.

MAMHow! pray thee, stay.

FACEShe's mad, sir, and sent hither--
He'll be mad too.--

MAMI warrant thee.--
Why sent hither?

FACESir, to be cured.
SUB [WITHIN]. Why, rascal!

FACELo you!--Here, sir!

[EXIT.]

MAM'Fore God, a Bradamante, a brave piece.

SURHeart, this is a bawdy-house! I will be burnt else.

MAMO, by this light, no: do not wrong him. He's
Too scrupulous that way: it is his vice.
No, he's a rare physician, do him right,
An excellent Paracelsian, and has done
Strange cures with mineral physic. He deals all
With spirits, he; he will not hear a word
Of Galen; or his tedious recipes.--

[RE-ENTER FACE.] How now, Lungs!

FACESoftly, sir; speak softly. I meant
To have told your worship all. This must not hear.

MAMNo, he will not be "gull'd;" let him alone.

FACEYou are very right, sir, she is a most rare scholar,
And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works.
If you but name a word touching the Hebrew,
She falls into her fit, and will discourse
So learnedly of genealogies,
As you would run mad too, to hear her, sir.

MAMHow might one do t' have conference with her, Lungs?

FACEO divers have run mad on the conference:
I do not know, sir. I am sent in haste,
To fetch a vial.

SURBe not gull'd, sir Mammon.

MAMWherein? pray ye, be patient.

SURYes, as you are,
And trust confederate knaves and bawds and whores.

MAMYou are too foul, believe it.--Come here, Ulen,
One word.

FACEI dare not, in good faith.

[GOING.]

MAMStay, knave.

FACEHe is extreme angry that you saw her, sir.

MAMDrink that.

[GIVES HIM MONEY.] What is she when she's out of her fit?

FACEO, the most affablest creature, sir! so merry!
So pleasant! she'll mount you up, like quicksilver,
Over the helm; and circulate like oil,
A very vegetal: discourse of state,
Of mathematics, bawdry, any thing--

MAMIs she no way accessible? no means,
No trick to give a man a taste of her--wit--
Or so?
SUB [WITHIN]. Ulen!

FACEI'll come to you again, sir.

[EXIT.]

MAMSurly, I did not think one of your breeding
Would traduce personages of worth.

SURSir Epicure,
Your friend to use; yet still loth to be gull'd:
I do not like your philosophical bawds.
Their stone is letchery enough to pay for,
Without this bait.

MAM'Heart, you abuse yourself.
I know the lady, and her friends, and means,
The original of this disaster. Her brother
Has told me all.

SURAnd yet you never saw her
Till now!

MAMO yes, but I forgot. I have, believe it,
One of the treacherousest memories, I do think,
Of all mankind.

SURWhat call you her brother?

MAMMy lord--
He will not have his name known, now I think on't.

SURA very treacherous memory!

MAMOn my faith--

SURTut, if you have it not about you, pass it,
Till we meet next.

MAMNay, by this hand, 'tis true.
He's one I honour, and my noble friend;
And I respect his house.

SURHeart! can it be,
That a grave sir, a rich, that has no need,
A wise sir, too, at other times, should thus,
With his own oaths, and arguments, make hard means
To gull himself? An this be your elixir,
Your lapis mineralis, and your lunary,
Give me your honest trick yet at primero,
Or gleek; and take your lutum sapientis,
Your menstruum simplex! I'll have gold before you,
And with less danger of the quicksilver,
Or the hot sulphur.

[RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACEHere's one from Captain Face, sir,

[TO SURLY.] Desires you meet him in the Temple-church, Some half-hour hence, and on earnest business. Sir, [WHISPERS MAMMON.] if you please to quit us, now; and come Again within two hours, you shall have My master busy examining o' the works; And I will steal you in, unto the party, That you may see her converse.--Sir, shall I say, You'll meet the captain's worship?

SURSir, I will.--

[WALKS ASIDE.] But, by attorney, and to a second purpose. Now, I am sure it is a bawdy-house; I'll swear it, were the marshal here to thank me: The naming this commander doth confirm it. Don Face! why, he's the most authentic dealer In these commodities, the superintendant To all the quainter traffickers in town! He is the visitor, and does appoint, Who lies with whom, and at what hour; what price; Which gown, and in what smock; what fall; what tire. Him will I prove, by a third person, to find The subtleties of this dark labyrinth: Which if I do discover, dear sir Mammon, You'll give your poor friend leave, though no philosopher, To laugh: for you that are, 'tis thought, shall weep.

FACESir, he does pray, you'll not forget.

SURI will not, sir.
Sir Epicure, I shall leave you.

[EXIT.]

MAMI follow you, straight.

FACEBut do so, good sir, to avoid suspicion.
This gentleman has a parlous head.

MAMBut wilt thou Ulen,
Be constant to thy promise?

FACEAs my life, sir.

MAMAnd wilt thou insinuate what I am, and praise me,
And say, I am a noble fellow?

FACEO, what else, sir?
And that you'll make her royal with the stone,
An empress; and yourself, King of Bantam.

MAMWilt thou do this?

FACEWill I, sir!

MAMLungs, my Lungs!
I love thee.

FACESend your stuff, sir, that my master
May busy himself about projection.

MAMThou hast witch'd me, rogue: take, go.

[GIVES HIM MONEY.]

FACEYour jack, and all, sir.

MAMThou art a villain--I will send my jack,
And the weights too. Slave, I could bite thine ear.
Away, thou dost not care for me.

FACENot I, sir!

MAMCome, I was born to make thee, my good weasel,
Set thee on a bench, and have thee twirl a chain
With the best lord's vermin of 'em all.

FACEAway, sir.

MAMA count, nay, a count palatine--

FACEGood, sir, go.

MAMShall not advance thee better: no, nor faster.

[EXIT.] [RE-ENTER SUBTLE AND DOL.]

SUBHas he bit? has he bit?

FACEAnd swallowed, too, my Subtle.
I have given him line, and now he plays, i'faith.

SUBAnd shall we twitch him?

FACEThorough both the gills.
A wench is a rare bait, with which a man
No sooner's taken, but he straight firks mad.

SUBDol, my Lord What'ts'hums sister, you must now
Bear yourself statelich.

DOLO let me alone.
I'll not forget my race, I warrant you.
I'll keep my distance, laugh and talk aloud;
Have all the tricks of a proud scurvy lady,
And be as rude as her woman.

FACEWell said, sanguine!

SUBBut will he send his andirons?

FACEHis jack too,
And's iron shoeing-horn; I have spoke to him. Well,
I must not lose my wary gamester yonder.

SUBO monsieur Caution, that WILL NOT BE GULL'D?

FACEAy,
If I can strike a fine hook into him, now!
The Temple-church, there I have cast mine angle.
Well, pray for me. I'll about it.

[KNOCKING WITHOUT.]

SUBWhat, more gudgeons!
Dol, scout, scout!

[DOL GOES TO THE WINDOW.] Stay, Face, you must go to the door, 'Pray God it be my anabaptist--Who is't, Dol?

DOLI know him not: he looks like a gold-endman.

SUBOds so! 'tis he, he said he would send what call you him?
The sanctified elder, that should deal
For Mammon's jack and andirons. Let him in.
Stay, help me off, first, with my gown.

[EXIT FACE WITH THE GOWN.] Away, Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. [EXIT DOL.] Now, In a new tune, new gesture, but old language.-- This fellow is sent from one negociates with me About the stone too, for the holy brethren Of Amsterdam, the exiled saints, that hope To raise their discipline by it. I must use him In some strange fashion, now, to make him admire me.-- [ENTER ANANIAS.] [ALOUD.] Where is my drudge? [RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACESir!

SUBTake away the recipient,
And rectify your menstrue from the phlegma.
Then pour it on the Sol, in the cucurbite,
And let them macerate together.

FACEYes, sir.
And save the ground?

SUBNo: terra damnata
Must not have entrance in the work.--Who are you?

ANAA faithful brother, if it please you.

SUBWhat's that?
A Lullianist? a Ripley? Filius artis?
Can you sublime and dulcify? calcine?
Know you the sapor pontic? sapor stiptic?
Or what is homogene, or heterogene?

ANAI understand no heathen language, truly.

SUBHeathen! you Knipper-doling? is Ars sacra,
Or chrysopoeia, or spagyrica,
Or the pamphysic, or panarchic knowledge,
A heathen language?

ANAHeathen Greek, I take it.

SUBHow! heathen Greek?

ANAAll's heathen but the Hebrew.

SUBSirrah, my varlet, stand you forth and speak to him,
Like a philosopher: answer in the language.
Name the vexations, and the martyrisations
Of metals in the work.

FACESir, putrefaction,
Solution, ablution, sublimation,
Cohobation, calcination, ceration, and
Fixation.

SUBThis is heathen Greek to you, now!--
And when comes vivification?

FACEAfter mortification.

SUBWhat's cohobation?

FACE'Tis the pouring on
Your aqua regis, and then drawing him off,
To the trine circle of the seven spheres.

SUBWhat's the proper passion of metals?

FACEMalleation.

SUBWhat's your ultimum supplicium auri?

FACEAntimonium.

SUBThis is heathen Greek to you!--And what's your mercury?

FACEA very fugitive, he will be gone, sir.

SUBHow know you him?

FACEBy his viscosity,
His oleosity, and his suscitability.

SUBHow do you sublime him?

FACEWith the calce of egg-shells,
White marble, talc.

SUBYour magisterium now,
What's that?

FACEShifting, sir, your elements,
Dry into cold, cold into moist, moist into hot,
Hot into dry.

SUBThis is heathen Greek to you still!
Your lapis philosophicus?

FACE'Tis a stone,
And not a stone; a spirit, a soul, and a body:
Which if you do dissolve, it is dissolved;
If you coagulate, it is coagulated;
If you make it to fly, it flieth.

SUBEnough.

[EXIT FACE.] This is heathen Greek to you! What are you, sir?

ANAPlease you, a servant of the exiled brethren,
That deal with widows' and with orphans' goods,
And make a just account unto the saints:
A deacon.

SUBO, you are sent from master Wholesome,
Your teacher?

ANAFrom Tribulation Wholesome,
Our very zealous pastor.

SUBGood! I have
Some orphans' goods to come here.

ANAOf what kind, sir?

SUBPewter and brass, andirons and kitchen-ware,
Metals, that we must use our medicine on:
Wherein the brethren may have a pennyworth
For ready money.

ANAWere the orphans' parents
Sincere professors?

SUBWhy do you ask?

ANABecause
We then are to deal justly, and give, in truth,
Their utmost value.

SUB'Slid, you'd cozen else,
And if their parents were not of the faithful!--
I will not trust you, now I think on it,
'Till I have talked with your pastor. Have you brought money
To buy more coals?

ANANo, surely.

SUBNo! how so?

ANAThe brethren bid me say unto you, sir,
Surely, they will not venture any more,
Till they may see projection.

SUBHow!

ANAYou have had,
For the instruments, as bricks, and lome, and glasses,
Already thirty pound; and for materials,
They say, some ninety more: and they have heard since,
That one at Heidelberg, made it of an egg,
And a small paper of pin-dust.

SUBWhat's your name?

ANAMy name is Ananias.

SUBOut, the varlet
That cozen'd the apostles! Hence, away!
Flee, mischief! had your holy consistory
No name to send me, of another sound,
Than wicked Ananias? send your elders
Hither to make atonement for you quickly,
And give me satisfaction; or out goes
The fire; and down th' alembics, and the furnace,
Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch!
Both sericon and bufo shall be lost,
Tell them. All hope of rooting out the bishops,
Or the antichristian hierarchy, shall perish,
If they stay threescore minutes: the aqueity,
Terreity, and sulphureity
Shall run together again, and all be annull'd,
Thou wicked Ananias!

[EXIT ANANIAS.] This will fetch 'em, And make them haste towards their gulling more. A man must deal like a rough nurse, and fright Those that are froward, to an appetite. [RE-ENTER FACE, IN HIS UNIFORM, FOLLOWED BY DRUGGER.]

FACEHe is busy with his spirits, but we'll on him.

SUBHow now! what mates, what Baiards have we here?

FACEI told you, he would be furious.--Sir, here's Nab,
Has brought you another piece of gold to look on:
--We must appease him. Give it me,--and prays you,
You would devise--what is it, Nab?

DRUGA sign, sir.

FACEAy, a good lucky one, a thriving sign, doctor.

SUBI was devising now.

FACE'Slight, do not say so,
He will repent he gave you any more--
What say you to his constellation, doctor,
The Balance?

SUBNo, that way is stale, and common.
A townsman born in Taurus, gives the bull,
Or the bull's-head: in Aries, the ram,
A poor device! No, I will have his name
Form'd in some mystic character; whose radii,
Striking the senses of the passers by,
Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections,
That may result on the party owns it:
As thus--

FACENab!

SUBHe shall have "a bell," that's "Abel;"
And by it standing one whose name is "Dee,"
In a "rug" gown, there's "D," and "Rug," that's "drug:"
And right anenst him a dog snarling "er;"
There's "Drugger," Abel Drugger. That's his sign.
And here's now mystery and hieroglyphic!

FACEAbel, thou art made.

DRUGSir, I do thank his worship.

FACESix o' thy legs more will not do it, Nab.
He has brought you a pipe of tobacco, doctor.

DRUGYes, sir;
I have another thing I would impart--

FACEOut with it, Nab.

DRUGSir, there is lodged, hard by me,
A rich young widow--

FACEGood! a bona roba?

DRUGBut nineteen, at the most.

FACEVery good, Abel.

DRUGMarry, she's not in fashion yet; she wears
A hood, but it stands a cop.

FACENo matter, Abel.

DRUGAnd I do now and then give her a fucus--

FACEWhat! dost thou deal, Nab?

SUBI did tell you, captain.

DRUGAnd physic too, sometime, sir; for which she trusts me
With all her mind. She's come up here of purpose
To learn the fashion.

FACEGood (his match too!)--On, Nab.

DRUGAnd she does strangely long to know her fortune.

FACEOds lid, Nab, send her to the doctor, hither.

DRUGYes, I have spoke to her of his worship already;
But she's afraid it will be blown abroad,
And hurt her marriage.

FACEHurt it! 'tis the way
To heal it, if 'twere hurt; to make it more
Follow'd and sought: Nab, thou shalt tell her this.
She'll be more known, more talk'd of; and your widows
Are ne'er of any price till they be famous;
Their honour is their multitude of suitors.
Send her, it may be thy good fortune. What!
Thou dost not know.

DRUGNo, sir, she'll never marry
Under a knight: her brother has made a vow.

FACEWhat! and dost thou despair, my little Nab,
Knowing what the doctor has set down for thee,
And seeing so many of the city dubb'd?
One glass o' thy water, with a madam I know,
Will have it done, Nab: what's her brother, a knight?

DRUGNo, sir, a gentleman newly warm in his land, sir,
Scarce cold in his one and twenty, that does govern
His sister here; and is a man himself
Of some three thousand a year, and is come up
To learn to quarrel, and to live by his wits,
And will go down again, and die in the country.

FACEHow! to quarrel?

DRUGYes, sir, to carry quarrels,
As gallants do; to manage them by line.

FACE'Slid, Nab, the doctor is the only man
In Christendom for him. He has made a table,
With mathematical demonstrations,
Touching the art of quarrels: he will give him
An instrument to quarrel by. Go, bring them both,
Him and his sister. And, for thee, with her
The doctor happ'ly may persuade. Go to:
'Shalt give his worship a new damask suit
On the premises.

SUBO, good captain!

FACEHe shall;
He is the honestest fellow, doctor.--Stay not,
No offers; bring the damask, and the parties.

DRUGI'll try my power, sir.

FACEAnd thy will too, Nab.

SUB'Tis good tobacco, this! What is't an ounce?

FACEHe'll send you a pound, doctor.

SUBO no.

FACEHe will do't.
It is the goodest soul!--Abel, about it.
Thou shalt know more anon. Away, be gone.

[EXIT ABEL.] A miserable rogue, and lives with cheese, And has the worms. That was the cause, indeed, Why he came now: he dealt with me in private, To get a med'cine for them.

SUBAnd shall, sir. This works.

FACEA wife, a wife for one on us, my dear Subtle!
We'll e'en draw lots, and he that fails, shall have
The more in goods, the other has in tail.

SUBRather the less: for she may be so light
She may want grains.

FACEAy, or be such a burden,
A man would scarce endure her for the whole.

SUBFaith, best let's see her first, and then determine.

FACEContent: but Dol must have no breath on't.

SUBMum.
Away you, to your Surly yonder, catch him.

FACE'Pray God I have not staid too long.

SUBI fear it.

[EXEUNT.]

1.

THE LANE BEFORE LOVEWIT'S HOUSE

ENTER TRIBULATION WHOLESOME AND ANANIAS.

TRIThese chastisements are common to the saints,
And such rebukes, we of the separation
Must bear with willing shoulders, as the trials
Sent forth to tempt our frailties.

ANAIn pure zeal,
I do not like the man; he is a heathen,
And speaks the language of Canaan, truly.

TRII think him a profane person indeed.

ANAHe bears
The visible mark of the beast in his forehead.
And for his stone, it is a work of darkness,
And with philosophy blinds the eyes of man.

TRIGood brother, we must bend unto all means,
That may give furtherance to the holy cause.

ANAWhich his cannot: the sanctified cause
Should have a sanctified course.

TRINot always necessary:
The children of perdition are oft-times
Made instruments even of the greatest works:
Beside, we should give somewhat to man's nature,
The place he lives in, still about the fire,
And fume of metals, that intoxicate
The brain of man, and make him prone to passion.
Where have you greater atheists than your cooks?
Or more profane, or choleric, than your glass-men?
More antichristian than your bell-founders?
What makes the devil so devilish, I would ask you,
Sathan, our common enemy, but his being
Perpetually about the fire, and boiling
Brimstone and arsenic? We must give, I say,
Unto the motives, and the stirrers up
Of humours in the blood. It may be so,
When as the work is done, the stone is made,
This heat of his may turn into a zeal,
And stand up for the beauteous discipline,
Against the menstruous cloth and rag of Rome.
We must await his calling, and the coming
Of the good spirit. You did fault, t' upbraid him
With the brethren's blessing of Heidelberg, weighing
What need we have to hasten on the work,
For the restoring of the silenced saints,
Which ne'er will be, but by the philosopher's stone.
And so a learned elder, one of Scotland,
Assured me; aurum potabile being
The only med'cine, for the civil magistrate,
T' incline him to a feeling of the cause;
And must be daily used in the disease.

ANAI have not edified more, truly, by man;
Not since the beautiful light first shone on me:
And I am sad my zeal hath so offended.

TRILet us call on him then.

ANAThe motion's good,
And of the spirit; I will knock first.

[KNOCKS.] Peace be within! [THE DOOR IS OPENED, AND THEY ENTER.]

A ROOM IN LOVEWIT'S HOUSE

ENTER SUBTLE, FOLLOWED BY TRIBULATION AND ANANIAS.

SUBO, are you come? 'twas time. Your threescore minutes
Were at last thread, you see: and down had gone
Furnus acediae, turris circulatorius:
Lembec, bolt's-head, retort and pelican
Had all been cinders.--Wicked Ananias!
Art thou return'd? nay then, it goes down yet.

TRISir, be appeased; he is come to humble
Himself in spirit, and to ask your patience,
If too much zeal hath carried him aside
From the due path.

SUBWhy, this doth qualify!

TRIThe brethren had no purpose, verily,
To give you the least grievance; but are ready
To lend their willing hands to any project
The spirit and you direct.

SUBThis qualifies more!

TRIAnd for the orphans' goods, let them be valued,
Or what is needful else to the holy work,
It shall be numbered; here, by me, the saints,
Throw down their purse before you.

SUBThis qualifies most!
Why, thus it should be, now you understand.
Have I discours'd so unto you of our stone,
And of the good that it shall bring your cause?
Shew'd you (beside the main of hiring forces
Abroad, drawing the Hollanders, your friends,
From the Indies, to serve you, with all their fleet)
That even the med'cinal use shall make you a faction,
And party in the realm? As, put the case,
That some great man in state, he have the gout,
Why, you but send three drops of your elixir,
You help him straight: there you have made a friend.
Another has the palsy or the dropsy,
He takes of your incombustible stuff,
He's young again: there you have made a friend,
A lady that is past the feat of body,
Though not of mind, and hath her face decay'd
Beyond all cure of paintings, you restore,
With the oil of talc: there you have made a friend;
And all her friends. A lord that is a leper,
A knight that has the bone-ache, or a squire
That hath both these, you make them smooth and sound,
With a bare fricace of your med'cine: still
You increase your friends.

TRIAy, it is very pregnant.

SUBAnd then the turning of this lawyer's pewter
To plate at Christmas.--

ANAChrist-tide, I pray you.

SUBYet, Ananias!

ANAI have done.

SUBOr changing
His parcel gilt to massy gold. You cannot
But raise you friends. Withal, to be of power
To pay an army in the field, to buy
The king of France out of his realms, or Spain
Out of his Indies. What can you not do
Against lords spiritual or temporal,
That shall oppone you?

TRIVerily, 'tis true.
We may be temporal lords ourselves, I take it.

SUBYou may be any thing, and leave off to make
Long-winded exercises; or suck up
Your "ha!" and "hum!" in a tune. I not deny,
But such as are not graced in a state,
May, for their ends, be adverse in religion,
And get a tune to call the flock together:
For, to say sooth, a tune does much with women,
And other phlegmatic people; it is your bell.

ANABells are profane; a tune may be religious.

SUBNo warning with you! then farewell my patience.
'Slight, it shall down: I will not be thus tortured.

TRII pray you, sir.

SUBAll shall perish. I have spoken it.

TRILet me find grace, sir, in your eyes; the man
He stands corrected: neither did his zeal,
But as your self, allow a tune somewhere.
Which now, being tow'rd the stone, we shall not need.

SUBNo, nor your holy vizard, to win widows
To give you legacies; or make zealous wives
To rob their husbands for the common cause:
Nor take the start of bonds broke but one day,
And say, they were forfeited by providence.
Nor shall you need o'er night to eat huge meals,
To celebrate your next day's fast the better;
The while the brethren and the sisters humbled,
Abate the stiffness of the flesh. Nor cast
Before your hungry hearers scrupulous bones;
As whether a Christian may hawk or hunt,
Or whether matrons of the holy assembly
May lay their hair out, or wear doublets,
Or have that idol starch about their linen.

ANAIt is indeed an idol.

TRIMind him not, sir.
I do command thee, spirit of zeal, but trouble,
To peace within him! Pray you, sir, go on.

SUBNor shall you need to libel 'gainst the prelates,
And shorten so your ears against the hearing
Of the next wire-drawn grace. Nor of necessity
Rail against plays, to please the alderman
Whose daily custard you devour; nor lie
With zealous rage till you are hoarse. Not one
Of these so singular arts. Nor call yourselves
By names of Tribulation, Persecution,
Restraint, Long-patience, and such-like, affected
By the whole family or wood of you,
Only for glory, and to catch the ear
Of the disciple.

TRITruly, sir, they are
Ways that the godly brethren have invented,
For propagation of the glorious cause,
As very notable means, and whereby also
Themselves grow soon, and profitably, famous.

SUBO, but the stone, all's idle to it! nothing!
The art of angels' nature's miracle,
The divine secret that doth fly in clouds
From east to west: and whose tradition
Is not from men, but spirits.

ANAI hate traditions;
I do not trust them--

TRIPeace!

ANAThey are popish all.
I will not peace: I will not--

TRIAnanias!

ANAPlease the profane, to grieve the godly; I may not.

SUBWell, Ananias, thou shalt overcome.

TRIIt is an ignorant zeal that haunts him, sir;
But truly, else, a very faithful brother,
A botcher, and a man, by revelation,
That hath a competent knowledge of the truth.

SUBHas he a competent sum there in the bag
To buy the goods within? I am made guardian,
And must, for charity, and conscience sake,
Now see the most be made for my poor orphan;
Though I desire the brethren too good gainers:
There they are within. When you have view'd and bought 'em,
And ta'en the inventory of what they are,
They are ready for projection; there's no more
To do: cast on the med'cine, so much silver
As there is tin there, so much gold as brass,
I'll give't you in by weight.

TRIBut how long time,
Sir, must the saints expect yet?

SUBLet me see,
How's the moon now? Eight, nine, ten days hence,
He will be silver potate; then three days
Before he citronise: Some fifteen days,
The magisterium will be perfected.

ANAAbout the second day of the third week,
In the ninth month?

SUBYes, my good Ananias.

TRIWhat will the orphan's goods arise to, think you?

SUBSome hundred marks, as much as fill'd three cars,
Unladed now: you'll make six millions of them.--
But I must have more coals laid in.

TRIHow?

SUBAnother load,
And then we have finish'd. We must now increase
Our fire to ignis ardens; we are past
Fimus equinus, balnei, cineris,
And all those lenter heats. If the holy purse
Should with this draught fall low, and that the saints
Do need a present sum, I have a trick
To melt the pewter, you shall buy now, instantly,
And with a tincture make you as good Dutch dollars
As any are in Holland.

TRICan you so?

SUBAy, and shall 'bide the third examination.

ANAIt will be joyful tidings to the brethren.

SUBBut you must carry it secret.

TRIAy; but stay,
This act of coining, is it lawful?

ANALawful!
We know no magistrate; or, if we did,
This is foreign coin.

SUBIt is no coining, sir.
It is but casting.

TRIHa! you distinguish well:
Casting of money may be lawful.

ANA'Tis, sir.

TRITruly, I take it so.

SUBThere is no scruple,
Sir, to be made of it; believe Ananias:
This case of conscience he is studied in.

TRII'll make a question of it to the brethren.

ANAThe brethren shall approve it lawful, doubt not.
Where shall it be done?

[KNOCKING WITHOUT.]

SUBFor that we'll talk anon.
There's some to speak with me. Go in, I pray you,
And view the parcels. That's the inventory.
I'll come to you straight.

[EXEUNT TRIB. AND ANA.] Who is it?--Face! appear. [ENTER FACE IN HIS UNIFORM.] How now! good prize?

FACEGood pox! yond' costive cheater
Never came on.

SUBHow then?

FACEI have walk'd the round
Till now, and no such thing.

SUBAnd have you quit him?

FACEQuit him! an hell would quit him too, he were happy.
'Slight! would you have me stalk like a mill-jade,
All day, for one that will not yield us grains?
I know him of old.

SUBO, but to have gull'd him,
Had been a mastery.

FACELet him go, black boy!
And turn thee, that some fresh news may possess thee.
A noble count, a don of Spain, my dear
Delicious compeer, and my party-bawd,
Who is come hither private for his conscience,
And brought munition with him, six great slops,
Bigger than three Dutch hoys, beside round trunks,
Furnished with pistolets, and pieces of eight,
Will straight be here, my rogue, to have thy bath,
(That is the colour,) and to make his battery
On our Dol, our castle, our cinque-port,
Our Dover pier, our what thou wilt. Where is she?
She must prepare perfumes, delicate linen,
The bath in chief, a banquet, and her wit,
For she must milk his epididimis.
Where is the doxy?

SUBI'll send her to thee:
And but despatch my brace of little John Leydens,
And come again my self.

FACEAre they within then?

SUBNumbering the sum.

FACEHow much?

SUBA hundred marks, boy.

[EXIT.]

FACEWhy, this is a lucky day. Ten pounds of Mammon!
Three of my clerk! A portague of my grocer!
This of the brethren! beside reversions,
And states to come in the widow, and my count!
My share to-day will not be bought for forty--

[ENTER DOL.]

DOLWhat?

FACEPounds, dainty Dorothy! art thou so near?

DOLYes; say, lord general, how fares our camp?

FACEAs with the few that had entrench'd themselves
Safe, by their discipline, against a world, Dol,
And laugh'd within those trenches, and grew fat
With thinking on the booties, Dol, brought in
Daily by their small parties. This dear hour,
A doughty don is taken with my Dol;
And thou mayst make his ransom what thou wilt,
My Dousabel; he shall be brought here fetter'd
With thy fair looks, before he sees thee; and thrown
In a down-bed, as dark as any dungeon;
Where thou shalt keep him waking with thy drum;
Thy drum, my Dol, thy drum; till he be tame
As the poor black-birds were in the great frost,
Or bees are with a bason; and so hive him
In the swan-skin coverlid, and cambric sheets,
Till he work honey and wax, my little God's-gift.

DOLWhat is he, general?

FACEAn adalantado,
A grandee, girl. Was not my Dapper here yet?

DOLNo.

FACENor my Drugger?

DOLNeither.

FACEA pox on 'em,
They are so long a furnishing! such stinkards
Would not be seen on these festival days.--

[RE-ENTER SUBTLE.] How now! have you done?

SUBDone. They are gone: the sum
Is here in bank, my Face. I would we knew
Another chapman now would buy 'em outright.

FACE'Slid, Nab shall do't against he have the widow,
To furnish household.

SUBExcellent, well thought on:
Pray God he come!

FACEI pray he keep away
Till our new business be o'erpast.

SUBBut, Face,
How cam'st thou by this secret don?

FACEA spirit
Brought me th' intelligence in a paper here,
As I was conjuring yonder in my circle
For Surly; I have my flies abroad. Your bath
Is famous, Subtle, by my means. Sweet Dol,
You must go tune your virginal, no losing
O' the least time: and, do you hear? good action.
Firk, like a flounder; kiss, like a scallop, close;
And tickle him with thy mother tongue. His great
Verdugoship has not a jot of language;
So much the easier to be cozen'd, my Dolly.
He will come here in a hired coach, obscure,
And our own coachman, whom I have sent as guide,
No creature else.

[KNOCKING WITHOUT.] Who's that? [EXIT DOL.]

SUBIt is not he?

FACEO no, not yet this hour.

[RE-ENTER DOL.]

SUBWho is't?

DOLDapper,
Your clerk.

FACEGod's will then, queen of Fairy,
On with your tire;

[EXIT DOL.] and, doctor, with your robes. Let's dispatch him for God's sake.

SUB'Twill be long.

FACEI warrant you, take but the cues I give you,
It shall be brief enough.

[GOES TO THE WINDOW.] 'Slight, here are more! Abel, and I think the angry boy, the heir, That fain would quarrel.

SUBAnd the widow?

FACENo,
Not that I see. Away!

[EXIT SUB.] [ENTER DAPPER.] O sir, you are welcome. The doctor is within a moving for you; I have had the most ado to win him to it!-- He swears you'll be the darling of the dice: He never heard her highness dote till now. Your aunt has given you the most gracious words That can be thought on.

DAPShall I see her grace?

FACESee her, and kiss her too.--

[ENTER ABEL, FOLLOWED BY KASTRIL.] What, honest Nab! Hast brought the damask?

NABNo, sir; here's tobacco.

FACE'Tis well done, Nab; thou'lt bring the damask too?

DRUGYes: here's the gentleman, captain, master Kastril,
I have brought to see the doctor.

FACEWhere's the widow?

DRUGSir, as he likes, his sister, he says, shall come.

FACEO, is it so? good time. Is your name Kastril, sir?

KASAy, and the best of the Kastrils, I'd be sorry else,
By fifteen hundred a year. Where is the doctor?
My mad tobacco-boy, here, tells me of one
That can do things: has he any skill?

FACEWherein, sir?

KASTo carry a business, manage a quarrel fairly,
On fit terms.

FACEIt seems, sir, you are but young
About the town, that can make that a question.

KASSir, not so young, but I have heard some speech
Of the angry boys, and seen them take tobacco;
And in his shop; and I can take it too.
And I would fain be one of 'em, and go down
And practise in the country.

FACESir, for the duello,
The doctor, I assure you, shall inform you,
To the least shadow of a hair; and shew you
An instrument he has of his own making,
Wherewith no sooner shall you make report
Of any quarrel, but he will take the height on't
Most instantly, and tell in what degree
Of safety it lies in, or mortality.
And how it may be borne, whether in a right line,
Or a half circle; or may else be cast
Into an angle blunt, if not acute:
And this he will demonstrate. And then, rules
To give and take the lie by.

KASHow! to take it?

FACEYes, in oblique he'll shew you, or in circle;
But never in diameter. The whole town
Study his theorems, and dispute them ordinarily
At the eating academies.

KASBut does he teach
Living by the wits too?

FACEAnything whatever.
You cannot think that subtlety, but he reads it.
He made me a captain. I was a stark pimp,
Just of your standing, 'fore I met with him;
It is not two months since. I'll tell you his method:
First, he will enter you at some ordinary.

KASNo, I'll not come there: you shall pardon me.

FACEFor why, sir?

KASThere's gaming there, and tricks.

FACEWhy, would you be
A gallant, and not game?

KASAy, 'twill spend a man.

FACESpend you! it will repair you when you are spent:
How do they live by their wits there, that have vented
Six times your fortunes?

KASWhat, three thousand a-year!

FACEAy, forty thousand.

KASAre there such?

FACEAy, sir,
And gallants yet. Here's a young gentleman
Is born to nothing,--

[POINTS TO DAPPER.] forty marks a year, Which I count nothing:--he is to be initiated, And have a fly of the doctor. He will win you, By unresistible luck, within this fortnight, Enough to buy a barony. They will set him Upmost, at the groom porter's, all the Christmas: And for the whole year through, at every place, Where there is play, present him with the chair; The best attendance, the best drink; sometimes Two glasses of Canary, and pay nothing; The purest linen, and the sharpest knife, The partridge next his trencher: and somewhere The dainty bed, in private, with the dainty. You shall have your ordinaries bid for him, As play-houses for a poet; and the master Pray him aloud to name what dish he affects, Which must be butter'd shrimps: and those that drink To no mouth else, will drink to his, as being The goodly president mouth of all the board.

KASDo you not gull one?

FACE'Ods my life! do you think it?
You shall have a cast commander, (can but get
In credit with a glover, or a spurrier,
For some two pair of either's ware aforehand,)
Will, by most swift posts, dealing [but] with him,
Arrive at competent means to keep himself,
His punk and naked boy, in excellent fashion,
And be admired for't.

KASWill the doctor teach this?

FACEHe will do more, sir: when your land is gone,
As men of spirit hate to keep earth long,
In a vacation, when small money is stirring,
And ordinaries suspended till the term,
He'll shew a perspective, where on one side
You shall behold the faces and the persons
Of all sufficient young heirs in town,
Whose bonds are current for commodity;
On th' other side, the merchants' forms, and others,
That without help of any second broker,
Who would expect a share, will trust such parcels:
In the third square, the very street and sign
Where the commodity dwells, and does but wait
To be deliver'd, be it pepper, soap,
Hops, or tobacco, oatmeal, woad, or cheeses.
All which you may so handle, to enjoy
To your own use, and never stand obliged.

KASI'faith! is he such a fellow?

FACEWhy, Nab here knows him.
And then for making matches for rich widows,
Young gentlewomen, heirs, the fortunat'st man!
He's sent to, far and near, all over England,
To have his counsel, and to know their fortunes.

KASGod's will, my suster shall see him.

FACEI'll tell you, sir,
What he did tell me of Nab. It's a strange thing:--
By the way, you must eat no cheese, Nab, it breeds melancholy,
And that same melancholy breeds worms; but pass it:--
He told me, honest Nab here was ne'er at tavern
But once in's life!

DRUGTruth, and no more I was not.

FACEAnd then he was so sick--

DRUGCould he tell you that too?

FACEHow should I know it?

DRUGIn troth we had been a shooting,
And had a piece of fat ram-mutton to supper,
That lay so heavy o' my stomach--

FACEAnd he has no head
To bear any wine; for what with the noise of the fidlers,
And care of his shop, for he dares keep no servants--

DRUGMy head did so ach--

FACEAnd he was fain to be brought home,
The doctor told me: and then a good old woman--

DRUGYes, faith, she dwells in Sea-coal-lane,--did cure me,
With sodden ale, and pellitory of the wall;
Cost me but two-pence. I had another sickness
Was worse than that.

FACEAy, that was with the grief
Thou took'st for being cess'd at eighteen-pence,
For the water-work.

DRUGIn truth, and it was like
T' have cost me almost my life.

FACEThy hair went off?

DRUGYes, sir; 'twas done for spight.

FACENay, so says the doctor.

KASPray thee, tobacco-boy, go fetch my suster;
I'll see this learned boy before I go;
And so shall she.

FACESir, he is busy now:
But if you have a sister to fetch hither,
Perhaps your own pains may command her sooner;
And he by that time will be free.

KASI go.

[EXIT.]

FACEDrugger, she's thine: the damask!--

[EXIT ABEL.] Subtle and I Must wrestle for her. [ASIDE.] --Come on, master Dapper, You see how I turn clients here away, To give your cause dispatch; have you perform'd The ceremonies were enjoin'd you?

DAPYes, of the vinegar,
And the clean shirt.

FACE'Tis well: that shirt may do you
More worship than you think. Your aunt's a-fire,
But that she will not shew it, t' have a sight of you.
Have you provided for her grace's servants?

DAPYes, here are six score Edward shillings.

FACEGood!

DAPAnd an old Harry's sovereign.

FACEVery good!

DAPAnd three James shillings, and an Elizabeth groat,
Just twenty nobles.

FACEO, you are too just.
I would you had had the other noble in Maries.

DAPI have some Philip and Maries.

FACEAy, those same
Are best of all: where are they? Hark, the doctor.
[ENTER SUBTLE, DISGUISED LIKE A PRIEST OF FAIRY,
WITH A STRIPE OF CLOTH.]
SUB [IN A FEIGNED VOICE]. Is yet her grace's cousin come?

FACEHe is come.

SUBAnd is he fasting?

FACEYes.

SUBAnd hath cried hum?

FACEThrice, you must answer.

DAPThrice.

SUBAnd as oft buz?

FACEIf you have, say.

DAPI have.

SUBThen, to her cuz,
Hoping that he hath vinegar'd his senses,
As he was bid, the Fairy queen dispenses,
By me, this robe, the petticoat of fortune;
Which that he straight put on, she doth importune.
And though to fortune near be her petticoat,
Yet nearer is her smock, the queen doth note:
And therefore, ev'n of that a piece she hath sent
Which, being a child, to wrap him in was rent;
And prays him for a scarf he now will wear it,
With as much love as then her grace did tear it,
About his eyes,

[THEY BLIND HIM WITH THE RAG,] to shew he is fortunate. And, trusting unto her to make his state, He'll throw away all worldly pelf about him; Which that he will perform, she doth not doubt him.

FACEShe need not doubt him, sir. Alas, he has nothing,
But what he will part withal as willingly,
On her grace's word--throw away your purse--
As she would ask it;--handkerchiefs and all--

[HE THROWS AWAY, AS THEY BID HIM.] She cannot bid that thing, but he'll obey.-- If you have a ring about you, cast it off, Or a silver seal at your wrist; her grace will send Her fairies here to search you, therefore deal Directly with her highness: if they find That you conceal a mite, you are undone.

DAPTruly, there's all.

FACEAll what?

DAPMy money; truly.

FACEKeep nothing that is transitory about you.

[ASIDE TO SUBTLE.] Bid Dol play music.-- [DOL PLAYS ON THE CITTERN WITHIN.] Look, the elves are come. To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Advise you. [THEY PINCH HIM.]

DAPO! I have a paper with a spur-ryal in't.

FACETi, ti.
They knew't, they say.

SUBTi, ti, ti, ti. He has more yet.

FACETi, ti-ti-ti.

[ASIDE TO SUB.] In the other pocket.

SUBTiti, titi, titi, titi, titi.
They must pinch him or he will never confess, they say.

[THEY PINCH HIM AGAIN.]

DAPO, O!

FACENay, pray you, hold: he is her grace's nephew,
Ti, ti, ti? What care you? good faith, you shall care.--
Deal plainly, sir, and shame the fairies. Shew
You are innocent.

DAPBy this good light, I have nothing.

SUBTi, ti, ti, ti, to, ta. He does equivocate she says:
Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da;
and swears by the LIGHT when he is blinded.

DAPBy this good DARK, I have nothing but a half-crown
Of gold about my wrist, that my love gave me;
And a leaden heart I wore since she forsook me.

FACEI thought 'twas something. And would you incur
Your aunt's displeasure for these trifles? Come,
I had rather you had thrown away twenty half-crowns.

[TAKES IT OFF.] You may wear your leaden heart still.-- [ENTER DOL HASTILY.] How now!

SUBWhat news, Dol?

DOLYonder's your knight, sir Mammon.

FACE'Ods lid, we never thought of him till now!
Where is he?

DOLHere hard by: he is at the door.

SUBAnd you are not ready now! Dol, get his suit.

[EXIT DOL.] He must not be sent back.

FACEO, by no means.
What shall we do with this same puffin here,
Now he's on the spit?

SUBWhy, lay him back awhile,
With some device.

[RE-ENTER DOL, WITH FACE'S CLOTHES.] --Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, Would her grace speak with me? I come.--Help, Dol! [KNOCKING WITHOUT.] FACE [SPEAKS THROUGH THE KEYHOLE]. Who's there? sir Epicure, My master's in the way. Please you to walk Three or four turns, but till his back be turned, And I am for you.--Quickly, Dol!

SUBHer grace
Commends her kindly to you, master Dapper.

DAPI long to see her grace.

SUBShe now is set
At dinner in her bed, and she has sent you
From her own private trencher, a dead mouse,
And a piece of gingerbread, to be merry withal,
And stay your stomach, lest you faint with fasting:
Yet if you could hold out till she saw you, she says,
It would be better for you.

FACESir, he shall
Hold out, an 'twere this two hours, for her highness;
I can assure you that. We will not lose
All we have done.--

SUBHe must not see, nor speak
To any body, till then.

FACEFor that we'll put, sir,
A stay in's mouth.

SUBOf what?

FACEOf gingerbread.
Make you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her grace
Thus far, shall not now crincle for a little.--
Gape, sir, and let him fit you.

[THEY THRUST A GAG OF GINGERBREAD IN HIS MOUTH.]

SUBWhere shall we now
Bestow him?

DOLIn the privy.

SUBCome along, sir,
I now must shew you Fortune's privy lodgings.

FACEAre they perfumed, and his bath ready?

SUBAll:
Only the fumigation's somewhat strong.
FACE [SPEAKING THROUGH THE KEYHOLE].
Sir Epicure, I am yours, sir, by and by.

[EXEUNT WITH DAPPER.]

1.

A ROOM IN LOVEWIT'S HOUSE

ENTER FACE AND MAMMON

FACEO sir, you're come in the only finest time.--

MAMWhere's master?

FACENow preparing for projection, sir.
Your stuff will be all changed shortly.

MAMInto gold?

FACETo gold and silver, sir.

MAMSilver I care not for.

FACEYes, sir, a little to give beggars.

MAMWhere's the lady?

FACEAt hand here. I have told her such brave things of you,
Touching your bounty, and your noble spirit--

MAMHast thou?

FACEAs she is almost in her fit to see you.
But, good sir, no divinity in your conference,
For fear of putting her in rage.--

MAMI warrant thee.

FACESix men [sir] will not hold her down: and then,
If the old man should hear or see you--

MAMFear not.

FACEThe very house, sir, would run mad. You know it,
How scrupulous he is, and violent,
'Gainst the least act of sin. Physic, or mathematics,
Poetry, state, or bawdry, as I told you,
She will endure, and never startle; but
No word of controversy.

MAMI am school'd, good Ulen.

FACEAnd you must praise her house, remember that,
And her nobility.

MAMLet me alone:
No herald, no, nor antiquary, Lungs,
Shall do it better. Go.
FACE [ASIDE]. Why, this is yet
A kind of modern happiness, to have
Dol Common for a great lady.

[EXIT.]

MAMNow, Epicure,
Heighten thyself, talk to her all in gold;
Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops
Unto his Danae; shew the god a miser,
Compared with Mammon. What! the stone will do't.
She shall feel gold, taste gold, hear gold, sleep gold;
Nay, we will concumbere gold: I will be puissant,
And mighty in my talk to her.--

[RE-ENTER FACE, WITH DOL RICHLY DRESSED.] Here she comes.

FACETo him, Dol, suckle him.--This is the noble knight,
I told your ladyship--

MAMMadam, with your pardon,
I kiss your vesture.

DOLSir, I were uncivil
If I would suffer that; my lip to you, sir.

MAMI hope my lord your brother be in health, lady.

DOLMy lord, my brother is, though I no lady, sir.
FACE [ASIDE]. Well said, my Guinea bird.

MAMRight noble madam--
FACE [ASIDE]. O, we shall have most fierce idolatry.

MAM'Tis your prerogative.

DOLRather your courtesy.

MAMWere there nought else to enlarge your virtues to me,
These answers speak your breeding and your blood.

DOLBlood we boast none, sir, a poor baron's daughter.

MAMPoor! and gat you? profane not. Had your father
Slept all the happy remnant of his life
After that act, lien but there still, and panted,
He had done enough to make himself, his issue,
And his posterity noble.

DOLSir, although
We may be said to want the gilt and trappings,
The dress of honour, yet we strive to keep
The seeds and the materials.

MAMI do see
The old ingredient, virtue, was not lost,
Nor the drug money used to make your compound.
There is a strange nobility in your eye,
This lip, that chin! methinks you do resemble
One of the Austriac princes.

FACEVery like!

[ASIDE.] Her father was an Irish costermonger.

MAMThe house of Valois just had such a nose,
And such a forehead yet the Medici
Of Florence boast.

DOLTroth, and I have been liken'd
To all these princes.
FACE [ASIDE]. I'll be sworn, I heard it.

MAMI know not how! it is not any one,
But e'en the very choice of all their features.
FACE [ASIDE]. I'll in, and laugh.

[EXIT.]

MAMA certain touch, or air,
That sparkles a divinity, beyond
An earthly beauty!

DOLO, you play the courtier.

MAMGood lady, give me leave--

DOLIn faith, I may not,
To mock me, sir.

MAMTo burn in this sweet flame;
The phoenix never knew a nobler death.

DOLNay, now you court the courtier, and destroy
What you would build. This art, sir, in your words,
Calls your whole faith in question.

MAMBy my soul--

DOLNay, oaths are made of the same air, sir.

MAMNature
Never bestow'd on mortality
A more unblamed, a more harmonious feature;
She play'd the step-dame in all faces else:
Sweet Madam, let me be particular--

DOLParticular, sir! I pray you know your distance.

MAMIn no ill sense, sweet lady; but to ask
How your fair graces pass the hours? I see
You are lodged here, in the house of a rare man,
An excellent artist; but what's that to you?

DOLYes, sir; I study here the mathematics,
And distillation.

MAMO, I cry your pardon.
He's a divine instructor! can extract
The souls of all things by his art; call all
The virtues, and the miracles of the sun,
Into a temperate furnace; teach dull nature
What her own forces are. A man, the emperor
Has courted above Kelly; sent his medals
And chains, to invite him.

DOLAy, and for his physic, sir--

MAMAbove the art of Aesculapius,
That drew the envy of the thunderer!
I know all this, and more.

DOLTroth, I am taken, sir,
Whole with these studies, that contemplate nature.

MAMIt is a noble humour; but this form
Was not intended to so dark a use.
Had you been crooked, foul, of some coarse mould
A cloister had done well; but such a feature
That might stand up the glory of a kingdom,
To live recluse! is a mere soloecism,
Though in a nunnery. It must not be.
I muse, my lord your brother will permit it:
You should spend half my land first, were I he.
Does not this diamond better on my finger,
Than in the quarry?

DOLYes.

MAMWhy, you are like it.
You were created, lady, for the light.
Here, you shall wear it; take it, the first pledge
Of what I speak, to bind you to believe me.

DOLIn chains of adamant?

MAMYes, the strongest bands.
And take a secret too--here, by your side,
Doth stand this hour, the happiest man in Europe.

DOLYou are contended, sir!

MAMNay, in true being,
The envy of princes and the fear of states.

DOLSay you so, sir Epicure?

MAMYes, and thou shalt prove it,
Daughter of honour. I have cast mine eye
On thy form, and I will rear this beauty
Above all styles.

DOLYou mean no treason, sir?

MAMNo, I will take away that jealousy.
I am the lord of the philosopher's stone,
And thou the lady.

DOLHow, sir! have you that?

MAMI am the master of the mystery.
This day the good old wretch here o' the house
Has made it for us: now he's at projection.
Think therefore thy first wish now, let me hear it;
And it shall rain into thy lap, no shower,
But floods of gold, whole cataracts, a deluge,
To get a nation on thee.

DOLYou are pleased, sir,
To work on the ambition of our sex.

MAMI am pleased the glory of her sex should know,
This nook, here, of the Friars is no climate
For her to live obscurely in, to learn
Physic and surgery, for the constable's wife
Of some odd hundred in Essex; but come forth,
And taste the air of palaces; eat, drink
The toils of empirics, and their boasted practice;
Tincture of pearl, and coral, gold, and amber;
Be seen at feasts and triumphs; have it ask'd,
What miracle she is; set all the eyes
Of court a-fire, like a burning glass,
And work them into cinders, when the jewels
Of twenty states adorn thee, and the light
Strikes out the stars! that when thy name is mention'd,
Queens may look pale; and we but shewing our love,
Nero's Poppaea may be lost in story!
Thus will we have it.

DOLI could well consent, sir.
But, in a monarchy, how will this be?
The prince will soon take notice, and both seize
You and your stone, it being a wealth unfit
For any private subject.

MAMIf he knew it.

DOLYourself do boast it, sir.

MAMTo thee, my life.

DOLO, but beware, sir! You may come to end
The remnants of your days in a loth'd prison,
By speaking of it.

MAM'Tis no idle fear.
We'll therefore go withal, my girl, and live
In a free state, where we will eat our mullets,
Soused in high-country wines, sup pheasants' eggs,
And have our cockles boil'd in silver shells;
Our shrimps to swim again, as when they liv'd,
In a rare butter made of dolphins' milk,
Whose cream does look like opals; and with these
Delicate meats set ourselves high for pleasure,
And take us down again, and then renew
Our youth and strength with drinking the elixir,
And so enjoy a perpetuity
Of life and lust! And thou shalt have thy wardrobe
Richer than nature's, still to change thy self,
And vary oftener, for thy pride, than she,
Or art, her wise and almost-equal servant.

[RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACESir, you are too loud. I hear you every word
Into the laboratory. Some fitter place;
The garden, or great chamber above. How like you her?

MAMExcellent! Lungs. There's for thee.

[GIVES HIM MONEY.]

FACEBut do you hear?
Good sir, beware, no mention of the rabbins.

MAMWe think not on 'em.

[EXEUNT MAM. AND DOL.]

FACEO, it is well, sir.--Subtle!

[ENTER SUBTLE.] Dost thou not laugh?

SUBYes; are they gone?

FACEAll's clear.

SUBThe widow is come.

FACEAnd your quarrelling disciple?

SUBAy.

FACEI must to my captainship again then.

SUBStay, bring them in first.

FACESo I meant. What is she?
A bonnibel?

SUBI know not.

FACEWe'll draw lots:
You'll stand to that?

SUBWhat else?

FACEO, for a suit,
To fall now like a curtain, flap!

SUBTo the door, man.

FACEYou'll have the first kiss, 'cause I am not ready.

[EXIT.]

SUBYes, and perhaps hit you through both the nostrils.
FACE [WITHIN]. Who would you speak with?
KAS [WITHIN]. Where's the captain?
FACE [WITHIN]. Gone, sir,
About some business.
KAS [WITHIN]. Gone!
FACE [WITHIN]. He'll return straight.
But master doctor, his lieutenant, is here.

[ENTER KASTRIL, FOLLOWED BY DAME PLIANT.]

SUBCome near, my worshipful boy, my terrae fili,
That is, my boy of land; make thy approaches:
Welcome; I know thy lusts, and thy desires,
And I will serve and satisfy them. Begin,
Charge me from thence, or thence, or in this line;
Here is my centre: ground thy quarrel.

KASYou lie.

SUBHow, child of wrath and anger! the loud lie?
For what, my sudden boy?

KASNay, that look you to,
I am afore-hand.

SUBO, this is no true grammar,
And as ill logic! You must render causes, child,
Your first and second intentions, know your canons
And your divisions, moods, degrees, and differences,
Your predicaments, substance, and accident,
Series, extern and intern, with their causes,
Efficient, material, formal, final,
And have your elements perfect.
KAS [ASIDE]. What is this?
The angry tongue he talks in?

SUBThat false precept,
Of being afore-hand, has deceived a number,
And made them enter quarrels, often-times,
Before they were aware; and afterward,
Against their wills.

KASHow must I do then, sir?

SUBI cry this lady mercy: she should first
Have been saluted.

[KISSES HER.] I do call you lady, Because you are to be one, ere't be long, My soft and buxom widow.

KASIs she, i'faith?

SUBYes, or my art is an egregious liar.

KASHow know you?

SUBBy inspection on her forehead,
And subtlety of her lip, which must be tasted
Often to make a judgment.

[KISSES HER AGAIN.] 'Slight, she melts Like a myrobolane:--here is yet a line, In rivo frontis, tells me he is no knight.

DAME PWhat is he then, sir?

SUBLet me see your hand.
O, your linea fortunae makes it plain;
And stella here in monte Veneris.
But, most of all, junctura annularis.
He is a soldier, or a man of art, lady,
But shall have some great honour shortly.

DAME PBrother,
He's a rare man, believe me!

[RE-ENTER FACE, IN HIS UNIFORM.]

KASHold your peace.
Here comes the t'other rare man.--'Save you, captain.

FACEGood master Kastril! Is this your sister?

KASAy, sir.
Please you to kuss her, and be proud to know her.

FACEI shall be proud to know you, lady.

[KISSES HER.]

DAME PBrother,
He calls me lady too.

KASAy, peace: I heard it.

[TAKES HER ASIDE.]

FACEThe count is come.

SUBWhere is he?

FACEAt the door.

SUBWhy, you must entertain him.

FACEWhat will you do
With these the while?

SUBWhy, have them up, and shew them
Some fustian book, or the dark glass.

FACE'Fore God,
She is a delicate dab-chick! I must have her.

[EXIT.]

SUBMust you! ay, if your fortune will, you must.--
Come, sir, the captain will come to us presently:
I'll have you to my chamber of demonstrations,
Where I will shew you both the grammar and logic,
And rhetoric of quarrelling; my whole method
Drawn out in tables; and my instrument,
That hath the several scales on't, shall make you
Able to quarrel at a straw's-breadth by moon-light.
And, lady, I'll have you look in a glass,
Some half an hour, but to clear your eye-sight,
Against you see your fortune; which is greater,
Than I may judge on the sudden, trust me.

[EXIT, FOLLOWED BY KAST. AND DAME P.] [RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACEWhere are you, doctor?
SUB [WITHIN]. I'll come to you presently.

FACEI will have this same widow, now I have seen her,
On any composition.

[RE-ENTER SUBTLE.]

SUBWhat do you say?

FACEHave you disposed of them?

SUBI have sent them up.

FACESubtle, in troth, I needs must have this widow.

SUBIs that the matter?

FACENay, but hear me.

SUBGo to.
If you rebel once, Dol shall know it all:
Therefore be quiet, and obey your chance.

FACENay, thou art so violent now--Do but conceive,
Thou art old, and canst not serve--

SUBWho cannot? I?
'Slight, I will serve her with thee, for a--

FACENay,
But understand: I'll give you composition.

SUBI will not treat with thee; what! sell my fortune?
'Tis better than my birth-right. Do not murmur:
Win her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol
Knows it directly.

FACEWell, sir, I am silent.
Will you go help to fetch in Don in state?

[EXIT.]

SUBI follow you, sir. We must keep Face in awe,
Or he will over-look us like a tyrant.

[RE-ENTER FACE, INTRODUCING SURLY DISGUISED AS A SPANIARD.] Brain of a tailor! who comes here? Don John!

SURSenores, beso las manos a vuestras mercedes.

SUBWould you had stoop'd a little, and kist our anos!

FACEPeace, Subtle.

SUBStab me; I shall never hold, man.
He looks in that deep ruff like a head in a platter,
Serv'd in by a short cloke on two trestles.

FACEOr, what do you say to a collar of brawn, cut down
Beneath the souse, and wriggled with a knife?

SUB'Slud, he does look too fat to be a Spaniard.

FACEPerhaps some Fleming or some Hollander got him
In d'Alva's time; count Egmont's bastard.

SUBDon,
Your scurvy, yellow, Madrid face is welcome.

SURGratia.

SUBHe speaks out of a fortification.
Pray God he have no squibs in those deep sets.

SURPor dios, senores, muy linda casa!

SUBWhat says he?

FACEPraises the house, I think;
I know no more but's action.

SUBYes, the casa,
My precious Diego, will prove fair enough
To cozen you in. Do you mark? you shall
Be cozen'd, Diego.

FACECozen'd, do you see,
My worthy Donzel, cozen'd.

SUREntiendo.

SUBDo you intend it? so do we, dear Don.
Have you brought pistolets, or portagues,
My solemn Don?--Dost thou feel any?
FACE [FEELS HIS POCKETS]. Full.

SUBYou shall be emptied, Don, pumped and drawn
Dry, as they say.

FACEMilked, in troth, sweet Don.

SUBSee all the monsters; the great lion of all, Don.

SURCon licencia, se puede ver a esta senora?

SUBWhat talks he now?

FACEOf the sennora.

SUBO, Don,
This is the lioness, which you shall see
Also, my Don.

FACE'Slid, Subtle, how shall we do?

SUBFor what?

FACEWhy Dol's employ'd, you know.

SUBThat's true.
'Fore heaven, I know not: he must stay, that's all.

FACEStay! that he must not by no means.

SUBNo! why?

FACEUnless you'll mar all. 'Slight, he will suspect it:
And then he will not pay, not half so well.
This is a travelled punk-master, and does know
All the delays; a notable hot rascal,
And looks already rampant.

SUB'Sdeath, and Mammon
Must not be troubled.

FACEMammon! in no case.

SUBWhat shall we do then?

FACEThink: you must be sudden.

SUREntiendo que la senora es tan hermosa, que codicio tan
verla, como la bien aventuranza de mi vida.

FACEMi vida! 'Slid, Subtle, he puts me in mind of the widow.
What dost thou say to draw her to it, ha!
And tell her 'tis her fortune? all our venture
Now lies on't. It is but one man more,
Which of us chance to have her: and beside,
There is no maidenhead to be fear'd or lost.
What dost thou think on't, Subtle?

SUBWho? I? why--

FACEThe credit of our house too is engaged.

SUBYou made me an offer for my share erewhile.
What wilt thou give me, i'faith?

FACEO, by that light
I'll not buy now: You know your doom to me.
E'en take your lot, obey your chance, sir; win her,
And wear her out, for me.

SUB'Slight, I'll not work her then.

FACEIt is the common cause; therefore bethink you.
Dol else must know it, as you said.

SUBI care not.

SURSenores, porque se tarda tanto?

SUBFaith, I am not fit, I am old.

FACEThat's now no reason, sir.

SURPuede ser de hazer burla de mi amor?

FACEYou hear the Don too? by this air, I call,
And loose the hinges: Dol!

SUBA plague of hell--

FACEWill you then do?

SUBYou are a terrible rogue!
I'll think of this: will you, sir, call the widow?

FACEYes, and I'll take her too with all her faults,
Now I do think on't better.

SUBWith all my heart, sir;
Am I discharged o' the lot?

FACEAs you please.

SUBHands.

[THEY TAKE HANDS.]

FACERemember now, that on any change,
You never claim her.

SUBMuch good joy, and health to you, sir,
Marry a whore! fate, let me wed a witch first.

SURPor estas honradas barbas--

SUBHe swears by his beard.
Dispatch, and call the brother too.

[EXIT FACE.]

SURTengo duda, senores, que no me hagan alguna traycion.

SUBHow, issue on? yes, praesto, sennor. Please you
Enthratha the chambrata, worthy don:
Where if you please the fates, in your bathada,
You shall be soked, and stroked, and tubb'd and rubb'd,
And scrubb'd, and fubb'd, dear don, before you go.
You shall in faith, my scurvy baboon don,
Be curried, claw'd, and flaw'd, and taw'd, indeed.
I will the heartlier go about it now,
And make the widow a punk so much the sooner,
To be revenged on this impetuous Face:
The quickly doing of it is the grace.

[EXEUNT SUB. AND SURLY.]

ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME

ENTER FACE, KASTRIL, AND DAME PLIANT.

FACECome, lady: I knew the Doctor would not leave,
Till he had found the very nick of her fortune.

KASTo be a countess, say you, a Spanish countess, sir?

DAME PWhy, is that better than an English countess?

FACEBetter! 'Slight, make you that a question, lady?

KASNay, she is a fool, captain, you must pardon her.

FACEAsk from your courtier, to your inns-of-court-man,
To your mere milliner; they will tell you all,
Your Spanish gennet is the best horse; your Spanish
Stoup is the best garb; your Spanish beard
Is the best cut; your Spanish ruffs are the best
Wear; your Spanish pavin the best dance;
Your Spanish titillation in a glove
The best perfume: and for your Spanish pike,
And Spanish blade, let your poor captain speak--
Here comes the doctor.

[ENTER SUBTLE, WITH A PAPER.]

SUBMy most honour'd lady,
For so I am now to style you, having found
By this my scheme, you are to undergo
An honourable fortune, very shortly.
What will you say now, if some--

FACEI have told her all, sir,
And her right worshipful brother here, that she shall be
A countess; do not delay them, sir; a Spanish countess.

SUBStill, my scarce-worshipful captain, you can keep
No secret! Well, since he has told you, madam,
Do you forgive him, and I do.

KASShe shall do that, sir;
I'll look to it, 'tis my charge.

SUBWell then: nought rests
But that she fit her love now to her fortune.

DAME PTruly I shall never brook a Spaniard.

SUBNo!

DAME PNever since eighty-eight could I abide them,
And that was some three year afore I was born, in truth.

SUBCome, you must love him, or be miserable,
Choose which you will.

FACEBy this good rush, persuade her,
She will cry strawberries else within this twelvemonth.

SUBNay, shads and mackerel, which is worse.

FACEIndeed, sir!

KASOd's lid, you shall love him, or I'll kick you.

DAME PWhy,
I'll do as you will have me, brother.

KASDo,
Or by this hand I'll maul you.

FACENay, good sir,
Be not so fierce.

SUBNo, my enraged child;
She will be ruled. What, when she comes to taste
The pleasures of a countess! to be courted--

FACEAnd kiss'd, and ruffled!

SUBAy, behind the hangings.

FACEAnd then come forth in pomp!

SUBAnd know her state!

FACEOf keeping all the idolaters of the chamber
Barer to her, than at their prayers!

SUBIs serv'd
On the knee!

FACEAnd has her pages, ushers,
Footmen, and coaches--

SUBHer six mares--

FACENay, eight!

SUBTo hurry her through London, to the Exchange,
Bethlem, the china-houses--

FACEYes, and have
The citizens gape at her, and praise her tires,
And my lord's goose-turd bands, that ride with her!

KASMost brave! By this hand, you are not my suster,
If you refuse.

DAME PI will not refuse, brother.

[ENTER SURLY.]

SURQue es esto, senores, que no venga?
Esta tardanza me mata!

FACEIt is the count come:
The doctor knew he would be here, by his art.

SUBEn gallanta madama, Don! gallantissima!

SURPor todos los dioses, la mas acabada hermosura, que he visto
en mi vida!

FACEIs't not a gallant language that they speak?

KASAn admirable language! Is't not French?

FACENo, Spanish, sir.

KASIt goes like law-French,
And that, they say, is the courtliest language.

FACEList, sir.

SUREl sol ha perdido su lumbre, con el esplandor que trae
esta dama! Valgame dios!

FACEHe admires your sister.

KASMust not she make curt'sy?

SUBOds will, she must go to him, man, and kiss him!
It is the Spanish fashion, for the women
To make first court.

FACE'Tis true he tells you, sir:
His art knows all.

SURPorque no se acude?

KASHe speaks to her, I think.

FACEThat he does, sir.

SURPor el amor de dios, que es esto que se tarda?

KASNay, see: she will not understand him! gull,
Noddy.

DAME PWhat say you, brother?

KASAss, my suster.
Go kuss him, as the cunning man would have you;
I'll thrust a pin in your buttocks else.

FACEO no, sir.

SURSenora mia, mi persona esta muy indigna de allegar
a tanta hermosura.

FACEDoes he not use her bravely?

KASBravely, i'faith!

FACENay, he will use her better.

KASDo you think so?

SURSenora, si sera servida, entremonos.

[EXIT WITH DAME PLIANT.]

KASWhere does he carry her?

FACEInto the garden, sir;
Take you no thought: I must interpret for her.

SUBGive Dol the word.

[ASIDE TO FACE, WHO GOES OUT.] --Come, my fierce child, advance, We'll to our quarrelling lesson again.

KASAgreed.
I love a Spanish boy with all my heart.

SUBNay, and by this means, sir, you shall be brother
To a great count.

KASAy, I knew that at first,
This match will advance the house of the Kastrils.

SUB'Pray God your sister prove but pliant!

KASWhy,
Her name is so, by her other husband.

SUBHow!

KASThe widow Pliant. Knew you not that?

SUBNo, faith, sir;
Yet, by erection of her figure, I guest it.
Come, let's go practise.

KASYes, but do you think, doctor,
I e'er shall quarrel well?

SUBI warrant you.

[EXEUNT.]

ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME

ENTER DOL IN HER FIT OF RAVING, FOLLOWED BY MAMMON.

DOL"For after Alexander's death"--

MAMGood lady--

DOL"That Perdiccas and Antigonus, were slain,
The two that stood, Seleuc', and Ptolomee"--

MAMMadam--

DOL"Made up the two legs, and the fourth beast,
That was Gog-north, and Egypt-south: which after
Was call'd Gog-iron-leg and South-iron-leg"--

MAMLady--

DOL"And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt, too:
Then Egypt-clay-leg, and Gog-clay-leg"--

MAMSweet madam--

DOL"And last Gog-dust, and Egypt-dust, which fall
In the last link of the fourth chain. And these
Be stars in story, which none see, or look at"--

MAMWhat shall I do?

DOL"For," as he says, "except
We call the rabbins, and the heathen Greeks"--

MAMDear lady--

DOL"To come from Salem, and from Athens,
And teach the people of Great Britain"--

[ENTER FACE, HASTILY, IN HIS SERVANT'S DRESS.]

FACEWhat's the matter, sir?

DOL"To speak the tongue of Eber, and Javan"--

MAMO,
She's in her fit.

DOL"We shall know nothing"--

FACEDeath, sir,
We are undone!

DOL"Where then a learned linguist
Shall see the ancient used communion
Of vowels and consonants"--

FACEMy master will hear!

DOL"A wisdom, which Pythagoras held most high"--

MAMSweet honourable lady!

DOL"To comprise
All sounds of voices, in few marks of letters"--

FACENay, you must never hope to lay her now.

[THEY ALL SPEAK TOGETHER.]

DOL"And so we may arrive by Talmud skill,
And profane Greek, to raise the building up
Of Helen's house against the Ismaelite,
King of Thogarma, and his habergions
Brimstony, blue, and fiery; and the force
Of king Abaddon, and the beast of Cittim:
Which rabbi David Kimchi, Onkelos,
And Aben Ezra do interpret Rome."

FACEHow did you put her into't?

MAMAlas, I talk'd
Of a fifth monarchy I would erect,
With the philosopher's stone, by chance, and she

Falls on the other four straight.

FACEOut of Broughton!
I told you so. 'Slid, stop her mouth.

MAMIs't best?

FACEShe'll never leave else. If the old man hear her,
We are but faeces, ashes.
SUB [WITHIN]. What's to do there?

FACEO, we are lost! Now she hears him, she is quiet.

[ENTER SUBTLE, THEY RUN DIFFERENT WAYS.]

MAMWhere shall I hide me!

SUBHow! what sight is here?
Close deeds of darkness, and that shun the light!
Bring him again. Who is he? What, my son!
O, I have lived too long.

MAMNay, good, dear father,
There was no unchaste purpose.

SUBNot? and flee me
When I come in?

MAMThat was my error.

SUBError?
Guilt, guilt, my son: give it the right name. No marvel,
If I found check in our great work within,
When such affairs as these were managing!

MAMWhy, have you so?

SUBIt has stood still this half hour:
And all the rest of our less works gone back.
Where is the instrument of wickedness,
My lewd false drudge?

MAMNay, good sir, blame not him;
Believe me, 'twas against his will or knowledge:
I saw her by chance.

SUBWill you commit more sin,
To excuse a varlet?

MAMBy my hope, 'tis true, sir.

SUBNay, then I wonder less, if you, for whom
The blessing was prepared, would so tempt heaven,
And lose your fortunes.

MAMWhy, sir?

SUBThis will retard
The work a month at least.

MAMWhy, if it do,
What remedy? But think it not, good father:
Our purposes were honest.

SUBAs they were,
So the reward will prove.

[A LOUD EXPLOSION WITHIN.] --How now! ah me! God, and all saints be good to us.-- [RE-ENTER FACE.] What's that?

FACEO, 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, pelicans, bolt-heads,
All struck in shivers!

[SUBTLE FALLS DOWN AS IN A SWOON.] Help, good sir! alas, Coldness and death invades him. Nay, sir Mammon, Do the fair offices of a man! you stand, As you were readier to depart than he. [KNOCKING WITHIN.] Who's there? my lord her brother is come.

MAMHa, Lungs!

FACEHis coach is at the door. Avoid his sight,
For he's as furious as his sister's mad.

MAMAlas!

FACEMy brain is quite undone with the fume, sir,
I ne'er must hope to be mine own man again.

MAMIs all lost, Lungs? will nothing be preserv'd
Of all our cost?

FACEFaith, very little, sir;
A peck of coals or so, which is cold comfort, sir.

MAMO, my voluptuous mind! I am justly punish'd.

FACEAnd so am I, sir.

MAMCast from all my hopes--

FACENay, certainties, sir.

MAMBy mine own base affections.
SUB [SEEMING TO COME TO HIMSELF].
O, the curst fruits of vice and lust!

MAMGood father,
It was my sin. Forgive it.

SUBHangs my roof
Over us still, and will not fall, O justice,
On us, for this wicked man!

FACENay, look, sir,
You grieve him now with staying in his sight:
Good sir, the nobleman will come too, and take you,
And that may breed a tragedy.

MAMI'll go.

FACEAy, and repent at home, sir. It may be,
For some good penance you may have it yet;
A hundred pound to the box at Bethlem--

MAMYes.

FACEFor the restoring such as--have their wits.

MAMI'll do't.

FACEI'll send one to you to receive it.

MAMDo.
Is no projection left?

FACEAll flown, or stinks, sir.

MAMWill nought be sav'd that's good for med'cine,
think'st thou?

FACEI cannot tell, sir. There will be perhaps,
Something about the scraping of the shards,
Will cure the itch,--though not your itch of mind, sir.

[ASIDE.] It shall be saved for you, and sent home. Good sir, This way, for fear the lord should meet you. [EXIT MAMMON.] SUB [RAISING HIS HEAD]. Face!

FACEAy.

SUBIs he gone?

FACEYes, and as heavily
As all the gold he hoped for were in's blood.
Let us be light though.
SUB [LEAPING UP]. Ay, as balls, and bound
And hit our heads against the roof for joy:
There's so much of our care now cast away.

FACENow to our don.

SUBYes, your young widow by this time
Is made a countess, Face; she has been in travail
Of a young heir for you.

FACEGood sir.

SUBOff with your case,
And greet her kindly, as a bridegroom should,
After these common hazards.

FACEVery well, sir.
Will you go fetch Don Diego off, the while?

SUBAnd fetch him over too, if you'll be pleased, sir:
Would Dol were in her place, to pick his pockets now!

FACEWhy, you can do't as well, if you would set to't.
I pray you prove your virtue.

SUBFor your sake sir.

[EXEUNT.]

ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME

[ENTER SURLY AND DAME PLIANT.]

SURLady, you see into what hands you are fall'n;
'Mongst what a nest of villains! and how near
Your honour was t' have catch'd a certain clap,
Through your credulity, had I but been
So punctually forward, as place, time,
And other circumstances would have made a man;
For you're a handsome woman: would you were wise too!
I am a gentleman come here disguised,
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'm a batchelor,
Worth nought: your fortunes may make me a man,
As mine have preserv'd you a woman. Think on it,
And whether I have deserv'd you or no.

DAME PI will, sir.

SURAnd for these household-rogues, let me alone
To treat with them.

[ENTER SUBTLE.]

SUBHow doth my noble Diego,
And my dear madam countess? hath the count
Been courteous, lady? liberal, and open?
Donzel, 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, and I will make your pockets so.

[ATTEMPTS TO PICK THEM.] SUR [THROWS OPEN HIS CLOAK]. Will you, don bawd and pickpurse? [STRIKES HIM DOWN.] how now! reel you? Stand up, sir, you shall find, since I am so heavy, I'll give you equal weight.

SUBHelp! murder!

SURNo, sir,
There's no such thing intended: a good cart,
And a clean whip shall ease you of that fear.
I am the Spanish don "that should be cozen'd,
Do you see, cozen'd?" Where's your Captain Face,
That parcel broker, and whole-bawd, all rascal!

[ENTER FACE, IN HIS UNIFORM.]

FACEHow, Surly!

SURO, make your approach, good captain.
I have found from whence your copper rings and spoons
Come, now, wherewith you cheat abroad in taverns.
'Twas here you learned t' anoint your boot with brimstone,
Then rub men's gold on't for a kind of touch,
And say 'twas naught, when you had changed the colour,
That you might have'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 in the stead another
With sublimed mercury, that shall burst in the heat,
And fly out all in fumo! Then weeps Mammon;
Then swoons his worship.

[FACE SLIPS OUT.] Or, he is the Faustus, That casteth figures and can conjure, cures Plagues, piles, and pox, by the ephemerides, And holds intelligence with all the bawds And midwives of three shires: while you send in-- Captain!--what! is he gone?--damsels with child, Wives that are barren, or the waiting-maid With the green sickness. [SEIZES SUBTLE AS HE IS RETIRING.] --Nay, sir, you must tarry, Though he be scaped; and answer by the ears, sir. [RE-ENTER FACE, WITH KASTRIL.]

FACEWhy, now's the time, if ever you will quarrel
Well, as they say, and be a true-born child:
The doctor and your sister both are abused.

KASWhere is he? which is he? he is a slave,
Whate'er he is, and the son of a whore.--Are you
The man, sir, I would know?

SURI should be loth, sir,
To confess so much.

KASThen you lie in your throat.

SURHow!
FACE [TO KASTRIL]. A very errant rogue, sir, and a cheater,
Employ'd here by another conjurer
That does not love the doctor, and would cross him,
If he knew how.

SURSir, you are abused.

KASYou lie:
And 'tis no matter.

FACEWell said, sir! He is
The impudent'st rascal--

SURYou are indeed: Will you hear me, sir?

FACEBy no means: bid him be gone.

KASBegone, sir, quickly.

SURThis 's strange!--Lady, do you inform your brother.

FACEThere is not such a foist in all the town,
The doctor had him presently; and finds yet,
The Spanish count will come here.

[ASIDE.] --Bear up, Subtle.

SUBYes, sir, he must appear within this hour.

FACEAnd yet this rogue would come in a disguise,
By the temptation of another spirit,
To trouble our art, though he could not hurt it!

KASAy,
I know--Away,

[TO HIS SISTER.] you talk like a foolish mauther.

SURSir, all is truth she says.

FACEDo not believe him, sir.
He is the lying'st swabber! Come your ways, sir.

SURYou are valiant out of company!

KASYes, how then, sir?

[ENTER DRUGGER, WITH A PIECE OF DAMASK.]

FACENay, here's an honest fellow, too, that knows him,
And all his tricks. Make good what I say, Abel,
This cheater would have cozen'd thee o' the widow.--

[ASIDE TO DRUG.] He owes this honest Drugger here, seven pound, He has had on him, in two-penny'orths of tobacco.

DRUGYes, sir.
And he has damn'd himself three terms to pay me.

FACEAnd what does he owe for lotium?

DRUGThirty shillings, sir;
And for six syringes.

SURHydra of villainy!

FACENay, sir, you must quarrel him out o' the house.

KASI will:
--Sir, if you get not out of doors, you lie;
And you are a pimp.

SURWhy, this is madness, sir,
Not valour in you; I must laugh at this.

KASIt is my humour: you are a pimp and a trig,
And an Amadis de Gaul, or a Don Quixote.

DRUGOr a knight o' the curious coxcomb, do you see?

[ENTER ANANIAS.]

ANAPeace to the household!

KASI'll keep peace for no man.

ANACasting of dollars is concluded lawful.

KASIs he the constable?

SUBPeace, Ananias.

FACENo, sir.

KASThen you are an otter, and a shad, a whit,
A very tim.

SURYou'll hear me, sir?

KASI will not.

ANAWhat is the motive?

SUBZeal in the young gentleman,
Against his Spanish slops.

ANAThey are profane,
Lewd, superstitious, and idolatrous breeches.

SURNew rascals!

KASWill you begone, sir?

ANAAvoid, Sathan!
Thou art not of the light: That ruff of pride
About thy neck, betrays thee; and is the same
With that which the unclean birds, in seventy-seven,
Were seen to prank it with on divers coasts:
Thou look'st like antichrist, in that lewd hat.

SURI must give way.

KASBe gone, sir.

SURBut I'll take
A course with you--

ANADepart, proud Spanish fiend!

SURCaptain and doctor.

ANAChild of perdition!

KASHence, sir!--

[EXIT SURLY.] Did I not quarrel bravely?

FACEYes, indeed, sir.

KASNay, an I give my mind to't, I shall do't.

FACEO, you must follow, sir, and threaten him tame:
He'll turn again else.

KASI'll re-turn him then.

[EXIT.] [SUBTLE TAKES ANANIAS ASIDE.]

FACEDrugger, this rogue prevented us for thee:
We had determin'd that thou should'st have come
In a Spanish suit, and have carried her so; and he,
A brokerly slave! goes, puts it on himself.
Hast brought the damask?

DRUGYes, sir.

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

DRUGYes, sir; did you never see me play the Fool?

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

[ASIDE.] Hieronimo's old cloak, ruff, and hat will serve; I'll tell thee more when thou bring'st 'em. [EXIT DRUGGER.]

ANASir, I know
The Spaniard hates the brethren, and hath spies
On 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 revealed no less to them than me,
That casting of money is most lawful.

SUBTrue.
But here I cannot do it: if the house
Shou'd chance to be suspected, all would out,
And we be locked up in the Tower for ever,
To make gold there for the state, never come out;
And then are you defeated.

ANAI will tell
This to the elders and the weaker brethren,
That the whole company of the separation
May join in humble prayer again.

SUBAnd fasting.

ANAYea, for some fitter place. The peace of mind
Rest with these walls!

[EXIT.]

SUBThanks, courteous Ananias.

FACEWhat did he come for?

SUBAbout casting dollars,
Presently out of hand. And so I told him,
A Spanish minister came here to spy,
Against the faithful--

FACEI conceive. Come, Subtle,
Thou art so down on the least disaster!
How wouldst thou ha' done, if I had not help't thee out?

SUBI thank thee, Face, for the angry boy, i'faith.

FACEWho would have look'd it should have been that rascal,
Surly? he had dyed his beard and all. Well, sir.
Here's damask come to make you a suit.

SUBWhere's Drugger?

FACEHe is gone to borrow me a Spanish habit;
I'll be the count, now.

SUBBut where's the widow?

FACE

Within, with my lord's sister; madam Dol Is entertaining her.

SUBBy your favour, Face,
Now she is honest, I will stand again.

FACEYou will not offer it.

SUBWhy?

FACEStand to your word,
Or--here comes Dol, she knows--

SUBYou are tyrannous still.

[ENTER DOL, HASTILY.]

FACEStrict for my right.--How now, Dol!
Hast [thou] told her,
The Spanish count will come?

DOLYes; but another is come,
You little look'd for!

FACEWho's that?

DOLYour master;
The master of the house.

SUBHow, Dol!

FACEShe lies,
This is some trick. Come, leave your quiblins, Dorothy.

DOLLook out, and see.

[FACE GOES TO THE WINDOW.]

SUBArt thou in earnest?

DOL'Slight,
Forty of the neighbours are about him, talking.

FACE'Tis he, by this good day.

DOL'Twill prove ill day
For some on us.

FACEWe are undone, and taken.

DOLLost, I'm afraid.

SUBYou said he would not come,
While there died one a week within the liberties.

FACENo: 'twas within the walls.

SUBWas't so! cry you mercy.
I thought the liberties. What shall we do now, Face?

FACEBe silent: not a word, if he call or knock.
I'll into mine old shape again and meet him,
Of Jeremy, the butler. In the mean time,
Do you two pack up all the goods and purchase,
That we can carry in 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 will meet to-morrow, and there we'll share.
Let Mammon's brass and pewter keep the cellar;
We'll have another time for that. But, Dol,
'Prythee 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 it?

SUBYes, I'll shave you, as well as I can.

FACEAnd not cut my throat, but trim me?

SUBYou shall see, sir.

[EXEUNT.]

1.

BEFORE LOVEWIT'S DOOR

ENTER LOVEWIT, WITH SEVERAL OF THE NEIGHBOURS.

LOVEHas there been such resort, say you?
1 NEI. Daily, sir.
2 NEI. And nightly, too.
3 NEI. Ay, some as brave as lords.
4 NEI. Ladies and gentlewomen.
5 NEI. Citizens' wives.
1 NEI. And knights.
6 NEI. In coaches.
2 NEI. Yes, and oyster women.
1 NEI. Beside other gallants.
3 NEI. Sailors' wives.
4 NEI. Tobacco men.
5 NEI. Another Pimlico!

LOVEWhat 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?
6 NEI. No, sir.
3 NEI. We had gone in then, sir.

LOVEHe has no gift
Of teaching in the nose that e'er I knew of.
You saw no bills set up that promised cure
Of agues, or the tooth-ach?
2 NEI. No such thing, sir!

LOVENor heard a drum struck for baboons or puppets?
5 NEI. Neither, sir.

LOVEWhat device should he bring forth now?
I love a teeming wit as I love my nourishment:
'Pray God he have not kept such open house,
That he hath sold my hangings, and my bedding!
I left him nothing else. If he have eat them,
A plague o' the moth, say I! Sure he has got
Some bawdy pictures to call all this ging!
The friar and the nun; or the new motion
Of the knight's courser covering the parson's mare;
Or 't may be, he has the fleas that run at tilt
On a table, or some dog to dance.
When saw you him?
1 NEI. Who, sir, Jeremy?
2 NEI. Jeremy butler?
We saw him not this month.

LOVEHow!
4 NEI. Not these five weeks, sir.
6 NEI. These six weeks at the least.

LOVEYou amaze me, neighbours!
5 NEI. Sure, if your worship know not where he is,
He's slipt away.
6 NEI. Pray God, he be not made away.

LOVEHa! it's no time to question, then.

[KNOCKS AT THE DOOR.] 6 NEI. About Some three weeks since, I heard a doleful cry, As I sat up a mending my wife's stockings.

LOVE'Tis strange that none will answer! Didst thou hear
A cry, sayst thou?
6 NEI. Yes, sir, like unto a man
That had been strangled an hour, and could not speak.
2 NEI. I heard it too, just this day three weeks, at two o'clock
Next morning.

LOVEThese be miracles, or you make them so!
A man an hour strangled, and could not speak,
And both you heard him cry?
3 NEI. Yes, downward, sir.
Love, Thou art a wise fellow. Give me thy hand, I pray thee.
What trade art thou on?
3 NEI. A smith, an't please your worship.

LOVEA smith! then lend me thy help to get this door open.
3 NEI. That I will presently, sir, but fetch my tools--

[EXIT.] 1 NEI. Sir, best to knock again, afore you break it. LOVE [KNOCKS AGAIN]. I will. [ENTER FACE, IN HIS BUTLER'S LIVERY.]

FACEWhat mean you, sir?
1, 2, 4 NEI. O, here's Jeremy!

FACEGood sir, come from the door.

LOVEWhy, what's the matter?

FACEYet farther, you are too near yet.

LOVEIn the name of wonder,
What means the fellow!

FACEThe house, sir, has been visited.

LOVEWhat, with the plague? stand thou then farther.

FACENo, sir,
I had it not.

LOVEWho had it then? I left
None else but thee in the house.

FACEYes, sir, my fellow,
The cat that kept the buttery, had it on her
A week before I spied it; but I got her
Convey'd away in the night: and so I shut
The house up for a month--

LOVEHow!

FACEPurposing then, sir,
To have burnt rose-vinegar, treacle, and tar,
And have made it sweet, that you shou'd ne'er have known it;
Because I knew the news would but afflict you, sir.

LOVEBreathe less, and farther off! Why this is stranger:
The neighbours tell me all here that the doors
Have still been open--

FACEHow, sir!

LOVEGallants, men and women,
And of all sorts, tag-rag, been seen to flock here
In threaves, these ten weeks, as to a second Hogsden,
In days of Pimlico and Eye-bright.

FACESir,
Their wisdoms will not say so.

LOVETo-day they speak
Of coaches and gallants; one in a French hood
Went in, they tell me; and another was seen
In a velvet gown at the window: divers more
Pass in and out.

FACEThey did pass through the doors then,
Or walls, I assure their eye-sights, and their spectacles;
For here, sir, are the keys, and here have been,
In this my pocket, now above twenty days:
And for before, I kept the fort alone there.
But that 'tis yet not deep in the afternoon,
I should believe my neighbours had seen double
Through the black pot, and made these apparitions!
For, on my faith to your worship, for these three weeks
And upwards the door has not been open'd.

LOVEStrange!
1 NEI. Good faith, I think I saw a coach.
2 NEI. And I too,
I'd have been sworn.

LOVEDo you but think it now?
And but one coach?
4 NEI. We cannot tell, sir: Jeremy
Is a very honest fellow.

FACEDid you see me at all?
1 NEI. No; that we are sure on.
2 NEI. I'll be sworn o' that.

LOVEFine rogues to have your testimonies built on!

[RE-ENTER THIRD NEIGHBOUR, WITH HIS TOOLS.] 3 NEI. Is Jeremy come! 1 NEI. O yes; you may leave your tools; We were deceived, he says. 2 NEI. He has had the keys; And the door has been shut these three weeks. 3 NEI. Like enough.

LOVEPeace, and get hence, you changelings.

[ENTER SURLY AND MAMMON.] FACE [ASIDE]. Surly come! And Mammon made acquainted! they'll tell all. How shall I beat them off? what shall I do? Nothing's more wretched than a guilty conscience.

SURNo, sir, he was a great physician. This,
It was no bawdy-house, but a mere chancel!
You knew the lord and his sister.

MAMNay, good Surly.--

SURThe happy word, BE RICH--

MAMPlay not the tyrant.--

SUR"Should be to-day pronounced to all your friends."
And where be your andirons now? and your brass pots,
That should have been golden flagons, and great wedges?

MAMLet me but breathe. What, they have shut their doors,
Methinks!

SURAy, now 'tis holiday with them.

MAMRogues,

[HE AND SURLY KNOCK.] Cozeners, impostors, bawds!

FACEWhat mean you, sir?

MAMTo enter if we can.

FACEAnother man's house!
Here is the owner, sir: turn you to him,
And speak your business.

MAMAre you, sir, the owner?

LOVEYes, sir.

MAMAnd are those knaves within your cheaters!

LOVEWhat knaves, what cheaters?

MAMSubtle and his Lungs.

FACEThe gentleman is distracted, sir! No lungs,
Nor lights have been seen here these three weeks, sir,

Within these doors, on my word.

SURYour word,
Groom arrogant!

FACEYes, sir, I am the housekeeper,
And know the keys have not been out of my hands.

SURThis is a new Face.

FACEYou do mistake the house, sir:
What sign was't at?

SURYou rascal! this is one
Of the confederacy. Come, let's get officers,
And force the door.

LOVE'Pray you stay, gentlemen.

SURNo, sir, we'll come with warrant.

MAMAy, and then
We shall have your doors open.

[EXEUNT MAM. AND SUR.]

LOVEWhat means this?

FACEI cannot tell, sir.

I NEIThese are two of the gallants
That we do think we saw.

FACETwo of the fools!
Your talk as idly as they. Good faith, sir,
I think the moon has crazed 'em all.--

[ASIDE.] O me, [ENTER KASTRIL.] The angry boy come too! He'll make a noise, And ne'er away till he have betray'd us all. KAS [KNOCKING]. What rogues, bawds, slaves, you'll open the door, anon! Punk, cockatrice, my suster! By this light I'll fetch the marshal to you. You are a whore To keep your castle--

FACEWho would you speak with, sir?

KASThe bawdy doctor, and the cozening captain,
And puss my suster.

LOVEThis is something, sure.

FACEOn my trust, the doors were never open, sir.

KASI have heard all their tricks told me twice over,
By the fat knight and the lean gentleman.

LOVEHere comes another.

[ENTER ANANIAS AND TRIBULATION.]

FACEAnanias too!
And his pastor!
TRI [BEATING AT THE DOOR]. The doors are shut against us.

ANACome forth, you seed of sulphur, sons of fire!
Your stench it is broke forth; abomination
Is in the house.

KASAy, my suster's there.

ANAThe place,
It is become a cage of unclean birds.

KASYes, I will fetch the scavenger, and the constable.

TRIYou shall do well.

ANAWe'll join to weed them out.

KASYou will not come then, punk devise, my sister!

ANACall her not sister; she's a harlot verily.

KASI'll raise the street.

LOVEGood gentlemen, a word.

ANASatan avoid, and hinder not our zeal!

[EXEUNT ANA., TRIB., AND KAST.]

LOVEThe world's turn'd Bethlem.

FACEThese are all broke loose,
Out of St. Katherine's, where they use to keep
The better sort of mad-folks.
1 NEI. All these persons
We saw go in and out here.
2 NEI. Yes, indeed, sir.
3 NEI. These were the parties.

FACEPeace, you drunkards! Sir,
I wonder at it: please you to give me leave
To touch the door, I'll try an the lock be chang'd.

LOVEIt mazes me!
FACE [GOES TO THE DOOR]. Good faith, sir, I believe
There's no such thing: 'tis all deceptio visus.--

[ASIDE.] Would I could get him away. DAP [WITHIN]. Master captain! master doctor!

LOVEWho's that?

FACEOur clerk within, that I forgot!

[ASIDE.] I know not, sir. DAP [WITHIN]. For God's sake, when will her grace be at leisure?

FACEHa!
Illusions, some spirit o' the air--

[ASIDE.] His gag is melted, And now he sets out the throat. DAP [WITHIN]. I am almost stifled-- FACE [ASIDE]. Would you were altogether.

LOVE'Tis in the house.
Ha! list.

FACEBelieve it, sir, in the air.

LOVEPeace, you.
DAP [WITHIN]. Mine aunt's grace does not use me well.
SUB [WITHIN]. You fool,
Peace, you'll mar all.
FACE [SPEAKS THROUGH THE KEYHOLE,
WHILE LOVEWIT ADVANCES TO THE DOOR UNOBSERVED].
Or you will else, you rogue.

LOVEO, is it so? Then you converse with spirits!--
Come, sir. No more of your tricks, good Jeremy.
The truth, the shortest way.

FACEDismiss this rabble, sir.--

[ASIDE.] What shall I do? I am catch'd.

LOVEGood neighbours,
I thank you all. You may depart.

[EXEUNT NEIGHBOURS.] --Come, sir, You know that I am an indulgent master; And therefore conceal nothing. What's your medicine, To draw so many several sorts of wild fowl?

FACESir, you were wont to affect mirth and wit--
But here's no place to talk on't in the street.
Give me but leave to make the best of my fortune,
And only pardon me the abuse of your house:
It's all I beg. I'll help you to a widow,
In recompence, that you shall give me thanks for,
Will make you seven years younger, and a rich one.
'Tis but your putting on a Spanish cloak:
I have her within. You need not fear the house;
It was not visited.

LOVEBut by me, who came
Sooner than you expected.

FACEIt is true, sir.
'Pray you forgive me.

LOVEWell: let's see your widow.

[EXEUNT.]

A ROOM IN THE SAME

ENTER SUBTLE, LEADING IN DAPPER, WITH HIS EYES BOUND AS BEFORE.

SUBHow! you have eaten your gag?

DAPYes faith, it crumbled
Away in my mouth.

SUBYou have spoil'd all then.

DAPNo!
I hope my aunt of Fairy will forgive me.

SUBYour aunt's a gracious lady; but in troth
You were to blame.

DAPThe fume did overcome me,
And I did do't to stay my stomach. 'Pray you
So satisfy her grace.

[ENTER FACE, IN HIS UNIFORM.] Here comes the captain.

FACEHow now! is his mouth down?

SUBAy, he has spoken!

FACEA pox, I heard him, and you too.
--He's undone then.--
I have been fain to say, the house is haunted
With spirits, to keep churl back.

SUBAnd hast thou done it?

FACESure, for this night.

SUBWhy, then triumph and sing
Of Face so famous, the precious king
Of present wits.

FACEDid you not hear the coil
About the door?

SUBYes, and I dwindled with it.

FACEShow him his aunt, and let him be dispatch'd:
I'll send her to you.

[EXIT FACE.]

SUBWell, sir, your aunt her grace
Will give you audience presently, on my suit,
And the captain's word that you did not eat your gag
In any contempt of her highness.

[UNBINDS HIS EYES.]

DAPNot I, in troth, sir.

[ENTER DOL, LIKE THE QUEEN OF FAIRY.]

SUBHere she is come. Down o' your knees and wriggle:
She has a stately presence.

[DAPPER KNEELS, AND SHUFFLES TOWARDS HER.] Good! Yet nearer, And bid, God save you!

DAPMadam!

SUBAnd your aunt.

DAPAnd my most gracious aunt, God save your grace.

DOLNephew, we thought to have been angry with you;
But that sweet face of yours hath turn'd the tide,
And made it flow with joy, that ebb'd of love.
Arise, and touch our velvet gown.

SUBThe skirts,
And kiss 'em. So!

DOLLet me now stroak that head.
"Much, nephew, shalt thou win, much shalt thou spend,
Much shalt thou give away, much shalt thou lend."
SUB [ASIDE]. Ay, much! indeed.--
Why do you not thank her grace?

DAPI cannot speak for joy.

SUBSee, the kind wretch!
Your grace's kinsman right.

DOLGive me the bird.
Here is your fly in a purse, about your neck, cousin;
Wear it, and feed it about this day sev'n-night,
On your right wrist--

SUBOpen a vein with a pin,
And let it suck but once a week; till then,
You must not look on't.

DOLNo: and kinsman,
Bear yourself worthy of the blood you come on.

SUBHer grace would have you eat no more Woolsack pies,
Nor Dagger frumety.

DOLNor break his fast
In Heaven and Hell.

SUBShe's with you every where!
Nor play with costarmongers, at mum-chance, tray-trip,
God make you rich; (when as your aunt has done it);
But keep
The gallant'st company, and the best games--

DAPYes, sir.

SUBGleek and primero; and what you get, be true to us.

DAPBy this hand, I will.

SUBYou may bring's a thousand pound
Before to-morrow night, if but three thousand
Be stirring, an you will.

DAPI swear I will then.

SUBYour fly will learn you all games.
FACE [WITHIN]. Have you done there?

SUBYour grace will command him no more duties?

DOLNo:
But come, and see me often. I may chance
To leave him three or four hundred chests of treasure,
And some twelve thousand acres of fairy land,
If he game well and comely with good gamesters.

SUBThere's a kind aunt! kiss her departing part.--
But you must sell your forty mark a year, now.

DAPAy, sir, I mean.

SUBOr, give't away; pox on't!

DAPI'll give't mine aunt. I'll go and fetch the writings.

[EXIT.]

SUB'Tis well--away!

[RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACEWhere's Subtle?

SUBHere: what news?

FACEDrugger is at the door, go take his suit,
And bid him fetch a parson, presently;
Say, he shall marry the widow. Thou shalt spend
A hundred pound by the service!

[EXIT SUBTLE.] Now, queen Dol, Have you pack'd up all?

DOLYes.

FACEAnd how do you like
The lady Pliant?

DOLA good dull innocent.

[RE-ENTER SUBTLE.]

SUBHere's your Hieronimo's cloak and hat.

FACEGive me them.

SUBAnd the ruff too?

FACEYes; I'll come to you presently.

[EXIT.]

SUBNow he is gone about his project, Dol,
I told you of, for the widow.

DOL'Tis direct
Against our articles.

SUBWell, we will fit him, wench.
Hast thou gull'd her of her jewels or her bracelets?

DOLNo; but I will do't.

SUBSoon at night, my Dolly,
When we are shipp'd, and all our goods aboard,
Eastward for Ratcliff, we will turn our course
To Brainford, westward, if thou sayst the word,
And take our leaves of this o'er-weening rascal,
This peremptory Face.

DOLContent, I'm weary of him.

SUBThou'st cause, when the slave will run a wiving, Dol,
Against the instrument that was drawn between us.

DOLI'll pluck his bird as bare as I can.

SUBYes, tell her,
She must by any means address some present
To the cunning man, make him amends for wronging
His art with her suspicion; send a ring,
Or chain of pearl; she will be tortured else
Extremely in her sleep, say, and have strange things
Come to her. Wilt thou?

DOLYes.

SUBMy fine flitter-mouse,
My bird o' the night! we'll tickle it at the Pigeons,
When we have all, and may unlock the trunks,
And say, this's mine, and thine; and thine, and mine.

[THEY KISS.] [RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACEWhat now! a billing?

SUBYes, a little exalted
In the good passage of our stock-affairs.

FACEDrugger has brought his parson; take him in, Subtle,
And send Nab back again to wash his face.

SUBI will: and shave himself?

[EXIT.]

FACEIf you can get him.

DOLYou are hot on it, Face, whate'er it is!

FACEA trick that Dol shall spend ten pound a month by.

[RE-ENTER SUBTLE.] Is he gone?

SUBThe chaplain waits you in the hall, sir.

FACEI'll go bestow him.

[EXIT.]

DOLHe'll now marry her, instantly.

SUBHe cannot yet, he is not ready. Dear Dol,
Cozen her of all thou canst. To deceive him
Is no deceit, but justice, that would break
Such an inextricable tie as ours was.

DOLLet me alone to fit him.

[RE-ENTER FACE.]

FACECome, my venturers,
You have pack'd up all? where be the trunks? bring forth.

SUBHere.

FACELet us see them. Where's the money?

SUBHere,
In this.

FACEMammon's ten pound; eight score before:
The brethren's money, this. Drugger's and Dapper's.
What paper's that?

DOLThe jewel of the waiting maid's,
That stole it from her lady, to know certain--

FACEIf she should have precedence of her mistress?

DOLYes.

FACEWhat box is that?

SUBThe fish-wives' rings, I think,
And the ale-wives' single money. Is't not, Dol?

DOLYes; and the whistle that the sailor's wife
Brought you to know an her husband were with Ward.

FACEWe'll wet it to-morrow; and our silver-beakers
And tavern cups. Where be the French petticoats,
And girdles and hangers?

SUBHere, in the trunk,
And the bolts of lawn.

FACEIs Drugger's damask there,
And the tobacco?

SUBYes.

FACEGive me the keys.

DOLWhy you the keys?

SUBNo matter, Dol; because
We shall not open them before he comes.

FACE'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed;
Nor have them forth, do you see? Not forth, Dol.

DOLNo!

FACENo, my smock rampant. The right is, my master
Knows all, has pardon'd me, and he will keep them;
Doctor, 'tis true--you look--for all your figures:
I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners,
Both he and she be satisfied; for here
Determines the indenture tripartite
'Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do
Is to help you over the wall, o' the back-side,
Or lend you a sheet to save your velvet gown, Dol.
Here will be officers presently, bethink you
Of some course suddenly to 'scape the dock:
For thither you will come else.

[LOUD KNOCKING.] Hark you, thunder.

SUBYou are a precious fiend!
OFFI [WITHOUT]. Open the door.

FACEDol, I am sorry for thee i'faith; but hear'st thou?
It shall go hard but I will place thee somewhere:
Thou shalt have my letter to mistress Amo--

DOLHang you!

FACEOr madam Caesarean.

DOLPox on you, rogue,
Would I had but time to beat thee!

FACESubtle,
Let's know where you set up next; I will send you
A customer now and then, for old acquaintance:
What new course have you?

SUBRogue, I'll hang myself;
That I may walk a greater devil than thou,
And haunt thee in the flock-bed and the buttery.

[EXEUNT.]

AN OUTER ROOM IN THE SAME

ENTER LOVEWIT IN THE SPANISH DRESS, WITH THE PARSON.

LOUD KNOCKING AT THE DOOR

LOVEWhat do you mean, my masters?
MAM [WITHOUT]. Open your door,
Cheaters, bawds, conjurers.
OFFI [WITHOUT]. Or we will break it open.

LOVEWhat warrant have you?
OFFI [WITHOUT]. Warrant enough, sir, doubt not,
If you'll not open it.

LOVEIs there an officer, there?
OFFI [WITHOUT]. Yes, two or three for failing.

LOVEHave but patience,
And I will open it straight.

[ENTER FACE, AS BUTLER.]

FACESir, have you done?
Is it a marriage? perfect?

LOVEYes, my brain.

FACEOff with your ruff and cloak then; be yourself, sir.
SUR [WITHOUT]. Down with the door.
KAS [WITHOUT]. 'Slight, ding it open.
LOVE [OPENING THE DOOR]. Hold,
Hold, gentlemen, what means this violence?
[MAMMON, SURLY, KASTRIL, ANANIAS, TRIBULATION,
AND OFFICERS, RUSH IN.]

MAMWhere is this collier?

SURAnd my captain Face?

MAMThese day owls.

SURThat are birding in men's purses.

MAMMadam suppository.

KASDoxy, my suster.

ANALocusts
Of the foul pit.

TRIProfane as Bel and the dragon.

ANAWorse than the grasshoppers, or the lice of Egypt.

LOVEGood gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers,
And cannot stay this violence?
1 OFFI. Keep the peace.

LOVEGentlemen, what is the matter? whom do you seek?

MAMThe chemical cozener.

SURAnd the captain pander.

KASThe nun my suster.

MAMMadam Rabbi.

ANAScorpions,
And caterpillars.

LOVEFewer at once, I pray you.
2 OFFI. One after another, gentlemen, I charge you,
By virtue of my staff.

ANAThey are the vessels
Of pride, lust, and the cart.

LOVEGood zeal, lie still
A little while.

TRIPeace, deacon Ananias.

LOVEThe house is mine here, and the doors are open;
If there be any such persons as you seek for,
Use your authority, search on o' God's name.
I am but newly come to town, and finding
This tumult 'bout my door, to tell you true,
It somewhat mazed me; till my man, here, fearing
My more displeasure, told me he had done
Somewhat an insolent part, let out my house
(Belike, presuming on my known aversion
From any air o' the town while there was sickness,)
To a doctor and a captain: who, what they are
Or where they be, he knows not.

MAMAre they gone?

LOVEYou may go in and search, sir.

[MAMMON, ANA., AND TRIB. GO IN.] Here, I find The empty walls worse than I left them, smoak'd, A few crack'd pots, and glasses, and a furnace: The ceiling fill'd with poesies of the candle, And madam with a dildo writ o' the walls: Only one gentlewoman, I met here, That is within, that said she was a widow--

KASAy, that's my suster; I'll go thump her. Where is she?

[GOES IN.]

LOVEAnd should have married a Spanish count, but he,
When he came to't, neglected her so grossly,
That I, a widower, am gone through with her.

SURHow! have I lost her then?

LOVEWere you the don, sir?
Good faith, now, she does blame you extremely, and says
You swore, and told her you had taken the pains
To dye your beard, and umber o'er your face,
Borrowed a suit, and ruff, all for her love;
And then did nothing. What an oversight,
And want of putting forward, sir, was this!
Well fare an old harquebuzier, yet,
Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit,
All in a twinkling!

[RE-ENTER MAMMON.]

MAMThe whole nest are fled!

LOVEWhat sort of birds were they?

MAMA kind of choughs,
Or thievish daws, sir, that have pick'd my purse
Of eight score and ten pounds within these five weeks,
Beside my first materials; and my goods,
That lie in the cellar, which I am glad they have left,
I may have home yet.

LOVEThink you so, sir?

MAMAy.

LOVEBy order of law, sir, but not otherwise.

MAMNot mine own stuff!

LOVESir, I can take no knowledge
That they are yours, but by public means.
If you can bring certificate that you were gull'd of them,
Or any formal writ out of a court,
That you did cozen your self, I will not hold them.

MAMI'll rather lose them.

LOVEThat you shall not, sir,
By me, in troth: on these terms, they are yours.
What! should they have been, sir, turn'd into gold, all?

MAMNo,
I cannot tell--It may be they should.--What then?

LOVEWhat a great loss in hope have you sustain'd!

MAMNot I, the commonwealth has.

FACEAy, he would have built
The city new; and made a ditch about it
Of silver, should have run with cream from Hogsden;
That every Sunday, in Moorfields, the younkers,
And tits and tom-boys should have fed on, gratis.

MAMI will go mount a turnip-cart, and preach
The end of the world, within these two months. Surly,
What! in a dream?

SURMust I needs cheat myself,
With that same foolish vice of honesty!
Come, let us go and hearken out the rogues:
That Face I'll mark for mine, if e'er I meet him.

FACEIf I can hear of him, sir, I'll bring you word,
Unto your lodging; for in troth, they were strangers
To me, I thought them honest as my self, sir.

[EXEUNT MAM. AND SUR.] [RE-ENTER ANANIAS AND TRIBULATION.]

TRI'Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go,
And get some carts--

LOVEFor what, my zealous friends?

ANATo bear away the portion of the righteous
Out of this den of thieves.

LOVEWhat is that portion?

ANAThe goods sometimes the orphan's, that the brethren
Bought with their silver pence.

LOVEWhat, those in the cellar,
The knight sir Mammon claims?

ANAI do defy
The wicked Mammon, so do all the brethren,
Thou profane man! I ask thee with what conscience
Thou canst advance that idol against us,
That have the seal? were not the shillings number'd,
That made the pounds; were not the pounds told out,
On the second day of the fourth week,
In the eighth month, on the table dormant,
The year of the last patience of the saints,
Six hundred and ten?

LOVEMine earnest vehement botcher,
And deacon also, I cannot dispute with you:
But if you get you not away the sooner,
I shall confute you with a cudgel.

ANASir!

TRIBe patient, Ananias.

ANAI am strong,
And will stand up, well girt, against an host
That threaten Gad in exile.

LOVEI shall send you
To Amsterdam, to your cellar.

ANAI will pray there,
Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls,
And wasps and hornets breed beneath thy roof,
This seat of falsehood, and this cave of cozenage!

[EXEUNT ANA. AND TRIB.] [ENTER DRUGGER.]

LOVEAnother too?

DRUGNot I, sir, I am no brother.
LOVE [BEATS HIM]. Away, you Harry Nicholas! do you talk?

[EXIT DRUG.]

FACENo, this was Abel Drugger. Good sir, go,

[TO THE PARSON.] And satisfy him; tell him all is done: He staid too long a washing of his face. The doctor, he shall hear of him at West-chester; And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth, or Some good port-town else, lying for a wind. [EXIT PARSON.] If you can get off the angry child, now, sir-- [ENTER KASTRIL, DRAGGING IN HIS SISTER.]

KASCome on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly,
have you not?
Did not I say, I would never have you tupp'd
But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a lady-tom?
'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now.
Death, mun' you marry, with a pox!

LOVEYou lie, boy;
As sound as you; and I'm aforehand with you.

KASAnon!

LOVECome, will you quarrel? I will feize you, sirrah;
Why do you not buckle to your tools?

KASOd's light,
This is a fine old boy as e'er I saw!

LOVEWhat, do you change your copy now? proceed;
Here stands my dove: stoop at her, if you dare.

KAS'Slight, I must love him! I cannot choose, i'faith,
An I should be hang'd for't! Suster, I protest,
I honour thee for this match.

LOVEO, do you so, sir?

KASYes, an thou canst take tobacco and drink, old boy,
I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage,
Than her own state.

LOVEFill a pipe full, Jeremy.

FACEYes; but go in and take it, sir.

LOVEWe will--
I will be ruled by thee in any thing, Jeremy.

KAS'Slight, thou art not hide-bound, thou art a jovy boy!
Come, let us in, I pray thee, and take our whiffs.

LOVEWhiff in with your sister, brother boy.

[EXEUNT KAS. AND DAME P.] That master That had received such happiness by a servant, In such a widow, and with so much wealth, Were very ungrateful, if he would not be A little indulgent to that servant's wit, And help his fortune, though with some small strain Of his own candour. [ADVANCING.] --"Therefore, gentlemen, And kind spectators, if I have outstript An old man's gravity, or strict canon, think What a young wife and a good brain may do; Stretch age's truth sometimes, and crack it too. Speak for thy self, knave."

FACE"So I will, sir."

[ADVANCING TO THE FRONT OF THE STAGE.] "Gentlemen, My part a little fell in this last scene, Yet 'twas decorum. And though I am clean Got off from Subtle, Surly, Mammon, Dol, Hot Ananias, Dapper, Drugger, all With whom I traded: yet I put my self On you, that are my country: and this pelf Which I have got, if you do quit me, rests To feast you often, and invite new guests." [EXEUNT.] *****

GLOSSARYABATE, cast down, subdue.
ABHORRING, repugnant (to), at variance.
ABJECT, base, degraded thing, outcast.
ABRASE, smooth, blank.
ABSOLUTE(LY), faultless(ly).
ABSTRACTED, abstract, abstruse.
ABUSE, deceive, insult, dishonour, make ill use of.
ACATER, caterer.
ACATES, cates.
ACCEPTIVE, willing, ready to accept, receive.
ACCOMMODATE, fit, befitting. (The word was a fashionable
one and used on all occasions. See "Henry IV.," pt. 2,
iii. 4).
ACCOST, draw near, approach.
ACKNOWN, confessedly acquainted with.
ACME, full maturity.
ADALANTADO, lord deputy or governor of a Spanish province.
ADJECTION, addition.
ADMIRATION, astonishment.
ADMIRE, wonder, wonder at.
ADROP, philosopher's stone, or substance from which obtained.
ADSCRIVE, subscribe.
ADULTERATE, spurious, counterfeit.
ADVANCE, lift.
ADVERTISE, inform, give intelligence.
ADVERTISED, "be--," be it known to you.
ADVERTISEMENT, intelligence.
ADVISE, consider, bethink oneself, deliberate.
ADVISED, informed, aware; "are you--?" have you found that out?
AFFECT, love, like; aim at; move.
AFFECTED, disposed; beloved.
AFFECTIONATE, obstinate; prejudiced.
AFFECTS, affections.
AFFRONT, "give the--," face.
AFFY, have confidence in; betroth.
AFTER, after the manner of.
AGAIN, AGAINST, in anticipation of.
AGGRAVATE, increase, magnify, enlarge on.

AGNOMINATIONSee Paranomasie.
AIERY, nest, brood.
AIM, guess.
ALL HID, children's cry at hide-and-seek.
ALL-TO, completely, entirely ("all-to-be-laden").
ALLOWANCE, approbation, recognition.
ALMA-CANTARAS (astronomy), parallels of altitude.
ALMAIN, name of a dance.
ALMUTEN, planet of chief influence in the horoscope.
ALONE, unequalled, without peer.
ALUDELS, subliming pots.
AMAZED, confused, perplexed.
AMBER, AMBRE, ambergris.
AMBREE, MARY, a woman noted for her valour at the
siege of Ghent, 1458.
AMES-ACE, lowest throw at dice.
AMPHIBOLIES, ambiguities.
AMUSED, bewildered, amazed.
AN, if.
ANATOMY, skeleton, or dissected body.
ANDIRONS, fire-dogs.
ANGEL, gold coin worth 10 shillings, stamped with the
figure of the archangel Michael.
ANNESH CLEARE, spring known as Agnes le Clare.
ANSWER, return hit in fencing.
ANTIC, ANTIQUE, clown, buffoon.
ANTIC, like a buffoon.
ANTIPERISTASIS, an opposition which enhances the quality
it opposes.
APOZEM, decoction.
APPERIL, peril.
APPLE-JOHN, APPLE-SQUIRE, pimp, pander.
APPLY, attach.
APPREHEND, take into custody.
APPREHENSIVE, quick of perception; able to perceive and appreciate.
APPROVE, prove, confirm.
APT, suit, adapt; train, prepare; dispose, incline.
APT(LY), suitable(y), opportune(ly).
APTITUDE, suitableness.
ARBOR, "make the--," cut up the game (Gifford).
ARCHES, Court of Arches.
ARCHIE, Archibald Armstrong, jester to James I. and Charles I.
ARGAILE, argol, crust or sediment in wine casks.
ARGENT-VIVE, quicksilver.
ARGUMENT, plot of a drama; theme, subject; matter in question;
token, proof.
ARRIDE, please.
ARSEDINE, mixture of copper and zinc, used as an imitation of
gold-leaf.
ARTHUR, PRINCE, reference to an archery show by a society who
assumed arms, etc., of Arthur's knights.
ARTICLE, item.
ARTIFICIALLY, artfully.
ASCENSION, evaporation, distillation.
ASPIRE, try to reach, obtain, long for.
ASSALTO (Italian), assault.
ASSAY, draw a knife along the belly of the deer, a
ceremony of the hunting-field.
ASSOIL, solve.
ASSURE, secure possession or reversion of.
ATHANOR, a digesting furnace, calculated to keep up a
constant heat.
ATONE, reconcile.
ATTACH, attack, seize.
AUDACIOUS, having spirit and confidence.

AGNOMINATIONAUTHENTIC(AL), of authority, authorised, trustworthy, genuine.
AVISEMENT, reflection, consideration.
AVOID, begone! get rid of.
AWAY WITH, endure.
AZOCH, Mercurius Philosophorum.
BABION, baboon.
BABY, doll.
BACK-SIDE, back premises.
BAFFLE, treat with contempt.
BAGATINE, Italian coin, worth about the third of a farthing.
BAIARD, horse of magic powers known to old romance.
BALDRICK, belt worn across the breast to support bugle, etc.
BALE (of dice), pair.
BALK, overlook, pass by, avoid.
BALLACE, ballast.
BALLOO, game at ball.
BALNEUM (BAIN MARIE), a vessel for holding hot water
in which other vessels are stood for heating.
BANBURY, "brother of--," Puritan.
BANDOG, dog tied or chained up.
BANE, woe, ruin.
BANQUET, a light repast; dessert.
BARB, to clip gold.
BARBEL, fresh-water fish.
BARE, meer; bareheaded; it was "a particular mark of state
and grandeur for the coachman to be uncovered" (Gifford).
BARLEY-BREAK, game somewhat similar to base.
BASE, game of prisoner's base.
BASES, richly embroidered skirt reaching to the knees, or
lower.
BASILISK, fabulous reptile, believed to slay with its eye.
BASKET, used for the broken provision collected for prisoners.
BASON, basons, etc., were beaten by the attendant mob when
bad characters were "carted."
BATE, be reduced; abate, reduce.
BATOON, baton, stick.
BATTEN, feed, grow fat.
BAWSON, badger.
BEADSMAN, prayer-man, one engaged to pray for another.
BEAGLE, small hound; fig. spy.
BEAR IN HAND, keep in suspense, deceive with false hopes.
BEARWARD, bear leader.