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Scene IIII.

Svbtle
, Face, Dol.
Has he bit? Has he bit?

Fac.
And swallow'd too, my Svbtle.
I ha' giu'n him line, and now he playes, I faith.

Svb.
And shall we twitch him?

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

Svb.
Dol, my lord Wha't s'hvms sister, you must now
Beare your selfe statelich.

Dol.
O, let me alone.
I'll not forget my race, I warrant you.
I'll keepe my distance, laugh, and talke aloud;
Haue all the tricks of a proud sciruy ladie,
And be as rude'as her woman.

Fac.
Well said, Sanguine.

Svb.
But will he send his andirons?

Fac.
His iack too;
And's iron shooing-horne: I ha'spoke to him. Well,
I must not loose my wary gamster, yonder.

Svb.
O Monsieur Caution, that will not be gull'd?

Fac.
I, if I can strike a fine hooke into him, now,
The Temple-church, there I haue cast mine angle.
Well, pray for me. I'll about it.

Svb.
What, more gudgeons!
One knocks.
Dol, scout, scout; stay Face, you must goe to the dore:
'Pray god, it be my Anabaptist. Who is't, Dol?

Dol.
I know him not. He lookes like a gold-end-man.

Svb.
Gods so! 'tis he, he said he would send. What call you him?
The sanctified Elder, that should deale
For Mammons iack, and andirons! Let him in.
Stay, helpe me of, first, with my gowne. Away
Ma-dame, to your with-drawing chamber. Now,
In a new tune, new gesture, but old language.
This fellow is sent, from one negotiates with me
About the stone, too; for the holy Brethren
Of Amsterdam, the exil'd Saints: that hope
To raise their discipline, by it. I must vse him
In some strange fashion, now, to make him admire me.