 | The Alchemist |  |
Act III.
Scene I.
Tribvlation, Ananias.
These chastisements are common to the Saints,
And such rebukes we of the Separation
Must beare, with willing shoulders, as the trialls
Sent forth, to tempt our frailties.
Ana.
In pure zeale,
I doe not like the man: He is a heathen.
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Tri.
I thinke him a prophane person, indeed.
Ana.
He beares
The visible marke of the Beast, in his fore-head.
And for his Stone, it is a worke of darknesse,
And, with Philosophie, blinds the eyes of man.
Tri.
Good Brother, we must bend vnto all meanes,
That may giue furtherance, to the holy cause.
Ana.
Which his cannot: The sanctified cause
Should haue a sanctified course.
Tri.
Not alwaies necessary.
The children of perdition are oft-times,
Made instruments euen of the greatest workes.
Beside, we should giue somewhat to mans nature,
The place he liues in, still about the fire,
And fume of mettalls, that intoxicate
The braine of man, and make him prone to passion.
Where haue you greater Atheists, then your Cookes?
Or more prophane, or cholerick then your Glasse-men?
More Antichristian, then your Bell-founders?
What makes the Deuill so deuillish, I would aske you,
Sathan, our common enemie, but his being
Perpetually about the fire, and boyling
Brimstone, and arsnike? We must giue, I say,
Vnto the motiues, and the stirrers vp
Of humours in the bloud. It may be so.
When as the worke is done, the stone is made,
This heate of his may turne into a zeale,
And stand vp for the beauteous discipline,
Against the menstruous cloth, and ragg of Rome.
We must await his calling, and the comming
Of the good spirit. You did fault, t'vpbraid him
With the Brethrens blessing of Heidelberg, waighing
What need we haue, to hasten on the worke,
For the restoring of the silenc'd Saints,
Which ne'er will be, but by the Philosophers stone.
And, so a learned Elder, one of Scotland,
Assur'd me; Aurum potabile being
The onely med'cine, for the ciuill Magistrate,
T'incline him to a feeling of the cause:
And must be daily vs'd, in the disease.
Ana.
I haue not edified more, truely, by man;
Not, since the beautifull light, first, shone on me:
And I am sad, my zeale hath so offended.
Tri.
Let vs call on him, then.
Ana.
The motion's good,
And of the spirit; I will knock first: Peace be within.
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Scene II.
Svbtle, Tribvlation, Ananias.
O, are you come? 'Twas time. Your threescore minutes
Were at the last thred, you see; and downe had gone
Furnus acediæ, Turris circulatorius:
Lembeke, Bolts-head, Retort, and Pellicane
Had all beene cinders. Wicked Ananias!
Art thou return'd? Nay then, it goes downe, yet.
Tri.
Sir, be appeased, he is come to humble
Himselfe in spirit, and to aske your patience,
If too much zeale hath carried him, aside,
From the due path.
Svb.
Why, this doth qualifie!
Tri.
The Brethren had no purpose, verely,
To giue you the least grieuance: but are ready
To lend their willing hands, to any proiect
The spirit, and you direct.
Svb.
This qualifies more!
Tri.
And, for the orphanes goods, let them be valew'd,
Or what is needfull, else, to the holy worke,
It shall be numbred: here, by me, the Saints
Throw downe their purse before you.
Svb.
This qualifies, most!
Why, thus it should be, now you vnderstand.
Haue I discours'd so vnto you, of our Stone?
And, of the good that it shall bring your cause?
Shew'd you, (beside the mayne of hiring forces
Abroad, drawing the Hollanders, your friends,
From th'Indies, to serue you, with all their fleete)
That euen the med'cinall vse shall make you a faction,
And party in the realme? As, put the case,
That some great man, in state, he haue the gout,
Why, you but send three droppes of your Elixir,
You helpe him straight: there you haue made a friend.
Another has the palsey, or the dropsie,
He takes of your incombustible stuffe,
Hee's yong againe: there you haue made a friend.
A Lady, that is past the feate of body,
Though not of minde, and hath her face decay'd
Beyond all cure of paintings, you restore
With the oyle of Talek; there you haue 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'hem smooth, and sound,
With a bare fricace of your med'cine: still,
You increase your friends.
Tri.
I, 'tis very pregnant.
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And, then, the turning of this Lawyers pewter
To plate, at Christ-masse—
Ana.
Christ-tide, I pray you.
Svb.
Yet, Ananias?
Ana.
I haue done.
Svb.
Or changing
His parcell guilt, to massie gold. You cannot
But raise you friends. With all, to be of power
To pay an armie, in the field, to buy
The king of France, out of his realmes; or Spaine,
Out of his Indies: What can you not doe,
Against lords spirituall, or temporall,
That shall oppone you?
Tri.
Verily, 'tis true.
We may be temporall lords, our selues, I take it.
Svb.
You may be any thing, and leaue off to make
Long-winded exercises: or suck vp,
Your ha, and hum, in a tune. I not denie,
But such as are not graced, in a state,
May, for their ends, be aduerse in religion,
And get a tune, to call the flock together:
For (to say sooth) a tune do's much, with women,
And other phlegmatick people, it is your bell.
Ana.
Bells are prophane: a tune may be religious.
Svb.
No warning with you? Then, farewell my patience.
'Slight, it shall downe: I will not be thus tortur'd.
Tri.
I pray you, sir.
Svb.
All shall perish. I haue spoke it.
Tri.
Let me find grace, sir, in your eyes; the man
He stands corrected: neither did his zeale
(But as your selfe) allow a tune, some-where.
Which, now, being to'ard the stone, we shall not need.
Svb.
No, nor your holy vizard, to winne widdowes
To giue you legacies; or make zealous wiues
To rob their husbands, for the common cause:
Nor take the start of bonds, broke but one day,
And say, they were forfeited, by prouidence.
Nor shall you need, ore-night to eate huge meales,
To celebrate your next daies fast the better:
The whilst the Brethren, and the Sisters, humbled,
Abate the stiffenesse of the flesh. Nor cast
Before your hungrie hearers, scrupulous bones,
As whether a Christian may hawke, or hunt;
Or whether, Matrons, of the holy assembly,
May lay their haire out, or weare doublets:
Or haue that idoll Starch, about their linnen.
Ana.
It is, indeed, an idoll.
Tri.
Mind him not, sir.
I doe command thee, spirit (of zeale, but trouble)
To peace within him. Pray you, sir, goe on.
Svb.
Nor shall you need to libell 'gainst the Prelates,
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Of the next wire-drawn grace. Nor, of necessitie,
Raile against playes, to please the Alderman,
Whose daily custard you deuoure. Nor lie
With zealous rage, till you are hoarse. Not one
Of these so singular arts. Nor call your selues,
By names of Tribvlation, Persecvtion,
Restraint, Long-Patience, and such like, affected
By the whole family, or wood of you,
Onely for glorie, and to catch the eare
Of the Disciple.
Tri.
Truely, sir, they are
Wayes, that the godly Brethren haue inuented,
For propagation of the glorious cause,
As very notable meanes, and whereby, also,
Themselues grow soone, and profitably famous.
Svb.
O, but the stone, all's idle to it! nothing!
The art of Angels, Natures miracle,
The diuine secret, that doth flye in clouds,
From east to west: and whose tradition
Is not from men, but spirits.
Ana.
I hate Traditions:
I do not trust them—
Tri.
Peace.
Ana.
They are Popish, all.
I will not peace. I will not—
Tri.
Ananias.
Ana.
Please the prophane, to grieue the godly: I may not.
Svb.
Well, Ananias, thou shalt ouer-come.
Tri.
It is an ignorant zeale, that haunts him, sir.
But truely, else, a very faithfull Brother,
A botcher: and a man, by reuelation,
That hath a competent knowledge of the truth.
Svb.
Has he a competent summe, there, i' the bagg,
To buy the goods, within? I am made guardian,
And must, for charitie, and conscience sake,
Now, see the most be made, for my poore orphane:
Though I desire the Brethren, too, good gayners.
There, they are, within. When you haue view'd & bought 'hem,
And tane the inuentorie of what they are,
They are readie for proiection; there's no more
To doe: cast on the med'cine, so much siluer
As there is tinne there, so much gold as brasse,
I'll gi' it you in, by waight.
Tri.
But how long time,
Sir, must the Saints expect, yet?
Svb.
Let me see,
How's the moone, now? Eight, nine, ten dayes hence
He will be siluer potate; then, three dayes,
Before he citronise: some fifteene dayes,
The Magisterium will be perfected.
Ana.
About the second day, of the third weeke,
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Svb.
Yes, my good Ananias,
Tri.
What will the orphanes goods arise to, thinke you?
Svb.
Some hundred markes; as much as fil'd three raines,
Vnladed now: you'll make sixe millions of 'hem,
But I must ha' more coales laid in.
Tri.
How!
Svb.
Another load,
And then we ha' finish'd. We must now encrease
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
Doe need a present summe, I haue trick
To melt the pewter, you shall buy now, instantly.
And, with a tincture, make you as good Dutch dollers,
As any are in Holland.
Tri.
Can you so?
Svb.
I, and shall bide the third examination.
Ana.
It will be ioyfull tidings to the Brethren.
Svb.
But you must carry it, secret.
Tri.
I, but stay,
This act of coyning, is it lawfull?
Ana.
Lawfull?
We know no Magistrate. Or, if we did,
This's forraine coyne.
Svb.
It is no coyning, sir.
It is but casting.
Tri.
Ha? you distinguish well.
Casting of money may be lawfull.
Ana.
'Tis, sir.
Tri.
Truely, I take it so.
Svb.
There is no scruple,
Sir, to be made of it; beleeue Ananias:
This case of conscience he is studied in.
Tri.
I'll make a question of it, to the Brethren.
Ana.
The Brethren shall approue it lawfull, doubt not.
Where shall't be done?
Svb.
For that wee'll talke, anone.
Knock without.
There's some to speake with me. Goe in, I pray you,
And view the parcells. That's the inuentorie.
I'll come to you straight. Who is it? Face! Appeare.
Scene III.
Svbtle, Face, Dol.
How now? Good prise?
Fac.
Good poxe! Yond' caustiue cheater
Neuer came on.
Svb.
How then?
Fac.
I ha' walk'd the round,
Till now, and no such thing.
Svb.
And ha' you quit him?
Fac.
Quit him? and hell would quit him too, he were happy.
'Slight would you haue me stalke like a mill-iade,
All day, for one, that will not yeeld vs graines?
I know him of old.
Svb.
O, but to ha' gull'd him,
Had beene a maistry.
Fac.
Let him goe, black Boy,
And turne thee, that some fresh newes may possesse thee.
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Delicious compeere, and my partie-bawd)
Who is come hether, priuate, for his conscience,
And brought munition with him, sixe great slopps,
Bigger then three Dutch hoighs, beside round trunkes,
Furnish'd with pistolets, and pieces of eight,
Will straight be here, my rogue, to haue thy bath
(That is the colour,) and to make his battry
Vpon our Dol, our Castle, our cinque-Port,
Our Douer pire, our what thou wilt. Where is shee?
Shee must prepare perfumes, delicate linnen,
The bath in chiefe, a banquet, and her wit,
For shee must milke his Epididimis.
Where is the Doxie?
Svb.
I'll send her to thee:
And but dispatch my brace of little Iohn Leydens,
And come againe my selfe.
Fac.
Are they within then?
Svb.
Numbring the summe.
Fac.
How much?
Svb.
A hundred marks, Boy.
Fac.
Why, this's a lucky day! Ten pounds of Mammon!
Three o' my clarke! A portague o' my grocer!
This o'the Brethren! beside reuersions,
And states, to come i'the widdow, and my Count!
My share, to day, will not be bought for fortie—
Dol.
What?
Fac.
Pounds, daintie Dorothee, art thou so neere?
Dol.
Yes, say lord Generall, how fares our campe?
Fac.
As, with the few, that had entrench'd themselues
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 deare houre,
A doughtie Don is taken, with my Dol;
And thou maist make his ransome, what thou wilt,
My Dousabell: He shall be brought here, fetter'd
With thy faire lookes, before he see's thee; and throwne
In a downe-bed, as darke as any dungeon;
Where thou shalt keepe him waking, with thy drum;
Thy drum, my Dol; thy drum; till he be tame
As the poore black-birds were i'the great frost,
Or bees are with a bason: and so hiue him
I'the swan-skin couerlid, and cambrick sheets,
Till he worke honey, and waxe, my little Gods-guift.
Dol.
What is he, Generall?
Fac.
An Adalantado,
A Grande, girle. Was not my Dapper here, yet?
Dol.
No.
Fac.
Nor my Drvgger?
Dol.
Neither.
Fac.
A poxe on 'hem,
They are so long a furnishing! Such stinkards
Would not be seene, vpon these festiuall dayes.
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Svb.
Done. They are gone. The summe
Is here in banque, my Face. I would, we knew
Another chapman, now, would buy 'hem out-right.
Fac.
'Slid, Nab shall doo't, against he ha'the widdow,
To furnish houshold.
Svb.
Excellent, well thought on,
Pray god, he come.
Fac.
I pray, he keepe away
Till our new businesse be o're-past.
Svb.
But, Face,
How cam'st thou, by this secret Don? A spirit
Brought me th'intelligence, in a paper, here,
As I was coniuring, yonder, in my circle
For Svrly: I ha'my flies abroad. Your bath
Is famous Svbtle, by my meanes. Sweet Dol,
You must goe tune your virginall, no loosing
O'the least time. And, doe you heare? good action.
Firke, like a flounder; kisse, like a scallop, close:
And tickle him with thy mother-tongue. His great
Verdvgo-ship has not a iot of language:
So much the easier to be cossin'd, my Dolly
He will come here, in a hir'd coach, obscure,
And our owne coach-man, whom I haue sent, as guide,
No creature else. Who's that?
Svb.
It i'not he?
One knocks.
Fac.
O no, not yet this houre.
Svb.
Who is't?
Dol.
Dapper,
Your Clarke.
Fac.
Gods will, then, Queene of Faerie,
On with your tyre; and, Doctor, with your robes.
Lett's dispatch him, for gods sake.
Svb.
'Twill be long.
Fac.
I warrant you, take but the cues I giue you,
It shall be briefe inough. 'Slight, here are more!
Abel, and I thinke, the angrie boy, the heire,
That faine would quarrell.
Svb.
And the widdow?
Fac.
No,
Not that I see. Away. O sir, you are welcome.
Scene IIII.
Face, Dapper, Drvgger, Kastril.
The Doctor is within, a mouing for you;
(I haue had the most adoe to winne him to it)
He sweares, you'll be the dearling o'the dice:
He neuer heard her Highnesse dote, till now (he sayes.)
Your aunt has giu'n you the most gracious words,
That can be thought on.
Dap.
Shall I see her Grace?
Fac.
See her, and kisse her, too. What? honest Nab!
Ha'st brought the damaske?
Nab.
No, sir, here's tabacco.
Fac.
'Tis well done, Nab: Thou'lt bring the damaske too?
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Yes, here's the gentleman, Captaine, master Kastril,
I haue brought to see the Doctor.
Fac.
Where's the widdow?
Drv.
Sir, as he likes, his sister (he sayes) shall come.
Fac.
O, is it so? 'good time. Is your name Kastril, sir?
Kas.
I, and the best o'the Kastrils, I'lld be sorry else,
By fifteene hundred, a yeere. Where is this Doctor?
My mad tabacco-Boy, here, tells me of one,
That can doe things. Has he any skill?
Fac.
Wherein, sir?
Kas.
To carry a businesse, manage a quarrell, fairely,
Vpon fit termes.
Fac.
It seemes, sir, yo'are but yong
About the towne, that can make that a question!
Kas.
Sir, not so yong, but I haue heard some speech
Of the angrie Boyes, and seene 'hem take tabacco;
And in his shop: and I can take it too.
And I would faine be one of 'hem, and goe downe
And practise i'the countrey.
Fac.
Sir, for the Duello,
The Doctor, I assure you, shall informe you,
To the least shaddow of a haire: and shew you,
An instrument he has, of his owne making,
Where-with, no sooner shall you make report
Of any quarrell, but he will take the height on't,
Most instantly; and tell in what degree,
Of safty it lies in, or mortalitie.
And, how it may be borne, whether in a right line,
Or a halfe-circle; or may, else, be cast
Into an angle blunt, if not acute:
All this he will demonstrate. And then, rules,
To giue, and take the lie, by.
Kas.
How? to take it?
Fac.
Yes, in oblique, hee'll shew you; or in circle:
But neuer in diameter. The whole towne
Studie his theoremes, and dispute them, ordinarily,
At the eating Academies.
Kas.
But, do's he teach
Liuing, by the wits, too?
Fac.
Any thing, what euer.
You cannot thinke that subtiltie, but he reades it.
He made me a Captaine. I was a starke pimpe,
Iust o'your standing, 'fore I met with him:
It i'not two months since. I'll tell you his method.
First, he will enter you, at some ordinarie.
Kas.
No, I'll not come there. You shall pardon me.
Fac.
For why, sir?
Kas.
There's gaming there, and tricks.
Fac.
Why, would you be
A gallant, and not game?
Kas.
I, 'twill spend a man.
Fac.
Spend you? It will repaire you, when you are spent.
How doe they liue by their wits, there, that haue vented
Sixe times your fortunes?
Kas.
What, three thousand a yeere!
Fac.
I, fortie thousand.
Kas.
Are there such?
Fac.
I, sir.
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Is borne to nothing, fortie markes a yeere,
Which I count nothing. H'is to be initiated,
And haue a flye o'the Doctor. He will winne you
By vnresistable lucke, within this fortnight,
Inough to buy a baronie. They will set him
Vpmost, at the Groome-porters, all the Christmasse!
And, for the whole yeere through, at euerie place,
Where there is play, present him with the chaire;
The best attendance, the best drinke, sometimes
Two glasses of canarie, and pay nothing;
The purest linnen, and the sharpest knife,
The partrich next his trencher: and, somewhere,
The daintie bed, in priuate, with the daintie.
You shall ha'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 butterd shrimps: and those that drinke
To no mouth else, will drinke to his, as being
The goodly, president mouth of all the boord.
Kas.
Doe you not gull one?
Fac.
Od's my life! Do you thinke it?
You shall haue a cast commander, (can but get
In credit with a glouer, or a spurrier,
For some two paire, of eithers ware, afore-hand)
Will, by most swift posts, dealing with him,
Arriue at competent meanes, to keepe himselfe,
His punke, and naked boy, in excellent fashion.
And be admir'd for't.
Kas.
Will the Doctor teach this?
Fac.
He will doe more, sir, when your land is gone,
(As men of spirit hate to keepe earth long(
In a vacation, when small monie is stirring,
And ordinaries suspended till the tearme,
Hee'll shew a perspectiue, where on one side
You shall behold the faces, and the persons
Of all sufficient yong heires, in towne,
VVhose bonds are currant for commoditie;
On th'other side, the marchants formes, and others,
(That, without helpe of any second broker,
(VVho would expect a share) will trust such parcels:
In the third square, the verie street, and signe
VVhere the commoditie dwels, and do's but wait
To be deliuer'd, be it pepper, sope,
Hops, or tabacco, oat-meale, woad, or cheeses.
All which you may so handle, to enioy,
To your owne vse, and neuer stand oblig'd.
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I'faith! Is he such a fellow?
Fac.
Why, Nab here knowes him.
And then for making matches, for rich widdowes,
Yong gentlewomen, heyres, the fortunat'st man!
Hee's sent too, farre, and neere, all ouer England,
To haue his counsell, and to know their fortunes.
Kas.
Gods will, my suster shall see him.
Fac.
I'll tell you, sir,
What he did tell me of Nab. It's a strange thing!
(By the way you must eate no cheese, Nab, it breeds melancholy:
And that same melancholy breeds wormes) but passe it,
He told me, honest Nab, here, was ne'er at tauerne,
But once in's life!
Drv.
Truth, and no more I was not.
Fac.
And, then he was so sick—
Drv.
Could he tell you that, too?
Fac.
How should I know it?
Drv.
In troth we had beene a shooting,
And had a piece of fat ram-mutton, to supper,
That lay so heauy o' my stomack—
Fac.
And he has no head
To beare any wine; for, what with the noise o' the fiddlers,
And care of his shop, for he dares keepe no seruants—
Drv.
My head did so ake—
Fac.
As he was falne to be brought home,
The Doctor told me. And then, a good old woman—
Drv.
(Yes faith, shee dwells in Sea-coale-lane) did cure me,
With sodden ale, and pellitorie o'the wall:
Cost me but two pence. I had another sicknesse,
Was worse then that.
Fac.
I, that was with the griefe
Thou took'st for being sess'd at eighteene pence,
For the water-worke.
Drv.
In truth, and it was like
T'haue cost me almost my life.
Fac.
Thy haire went off?
Drv.
Yes, sir, 'twas done for spight.
Fac.
Nay, so sayes the Doctor.
Kas.
Pray thee, tabacco-Boy, goe fetch my suster,
I'll see this learned Boy, before I goe:
And so shall shee.
Fac.
Sir, he is busie now:
But, if you haue a sister to fetch hether,
Perhaps, your owne paines may command her sooner;
And he, by that time, will be free.
Kas.
I goe.
Fac.
Drvgger, shee's thine; the damaske, (Svbtle, and I
Must wrastle for her.) Come on, master Dapper.
You see, how I turne clients, here, away,
To giue your cause dispatch. Ha'you perform'd
The ceremonies were inioyn'd you?
Dap.
Yes, o'the vinegar,
And the cleane shirt.
Fac.
'Tis well: that shirt may doe you
More worship then you thinke. Your aunt's a fire
But that shee will not shew it, t'haue a sight on you.
Ha'you prouided for her Graces seruants?
Dap.
Yes, here are sixe-score Edward shillings.
Fac.
Good.
Dap.
And an old Harry's soueraigne.
Fac.
Very good.
Dap.
And three Iames shillings, and an Elizabeth groat,
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Fac.
O, you are too iust.
I would you had had the other noble in Maries.
Dap.
I haue some Philip, and Maries.
Fac.
I, those same
Are best of all. Where are they? Harke, the Doctor.
Scene V.
Svbtle, Face, Dapper, Dol.
Subtle disguisd like a Priest of Faery.
Is yet her Graces cossen come?
Fac.
He is come.
Svb.
And is he fasting?
Fac.
Yes.
Svb.
And hath cry'd hum?
Fac.
Thrise, you must answer.
Dap.
Thrise.
Svb.
And as oft buz?
Fac.
If you haue, say.
Dap.
I haue.
Svb.
Then, to her cuz,
Hoping, that he hath vinegard his senses,
As he was bid, the Faery Queene dispenses,
By me, this robe, the petticote of Fortvne;
Which that he straight put on, shee doth importune.
And though to Fortvne neere be her petticote,
Yet, neerer is her smock, the Queene doth note:
And, therefore, euen of that a piece shee hath sent,
Which, being a child, to wrap him in, was rent;
And prayes him, for a scarfe, he now will weare it
(With as much loue, as then her Grace did teare it)
They blind him with a rag.
About his eyes, to shew, he is fortunate.
And, trusting vnto her to make his state,
Hee'll throw away all worldly pelfe, about him;
Which that he will performe, shee doth not doubt him.
Fac.
Shee need not doubt him, sir. Alas, he has nothing,
But what he will part withall, as willingly,
Vpon her Graces word (throw away your purse)
As shee would aske it: (hand-kerchiefes, and all)
Shee cannot bid that thing, but hee'll obay.
(If you haue a ring, about you, cast it off,
Or a siluer seale, at your wrist, her Grace will send
He throwes away, as they bid him.
Her Faeries here to search you, therefore deale
Directly with her Highnesse. If they find
That you conceale a mite, you are vn-done.)
Dap.
Truely, there's all.
Fac.
All what?
Dap.
My money, truly.
Fac.
Keepe nothing, that is transitorie, about you.
Dol enters with a citterne: they pinch him.
(Bid Dol play musique.) Looke, the Elues are come
To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Aduise you.
Dap.
O, I haue a paper with a spur-ryall in't.
Fac.
Ti, ti,
They knew't, they say.
Svb.
Ti, ti, ti, ti, he has more yet.
Fac.
Ti, ti-ti-ti. I'the tother pocket?
Svb.
Titi, titi, titi, titi.
They must pinch him, or he will neuer confesse, they say.
647
O, ô.
Fac.
Nay, 'pray you hold. He is her Graces nephew.
Ti, ti, ti? What care you? Good faith, you shall care.
Deale plainely, sir, and shame the Faeries. Shew
You are an innocent.
Dap.
By this good light, I ha'nothing.
Svb.
Ti ti, ti ti to ta. He do's equiuocate, shee sayes:
Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da. And sweares by the light, when he is blinded.
Dap.
By this good darke, I ha'nothing but a halfe-crowne
Of gold, about my wrist, that my loue gaue me;
And a leaden heart I wore, sin' shee forsooke me.
Fac.
I thought, 'twas something. And, would you incurre
Your aunts displeasure for these trifles? Come,
I had rather you had throwne away twentie halfe-crownes.
You may weare your leaden heart still. How now?
Svb.
What newes, Dol?
Dol.
Yonder's your knight, sir Mammon.
Fac.
Gods lid, we neuer thought of him, till now.
Where is he?
Dol.
Here, hard by. H'is at the doore.
Svb.
And, you are not readie, now? Dol, get his suit.
He must not be sent back.
Fac.
O, by no meanes.
What shall we doe with this same Puffin, here,
Now hee's o'the spit?
Svb.
Why, lay him back a while,
With some deuice. Ti, ti ti, ti ti ti. Would her Grace speake with me?
I come. Helpe, Dol.
Fac.
Who's there? Sir Epicvre;
He speakes through the keyhole, the other knocking.
My master's i'the way. Please you to walke
Three or foure turnes, but till his back be turn'd,
And I am for you. Quickly, Dol.
Svb.
Her Grace
Commends her kindly to you, master Dapper.
Dap.
I long to see her Grace.
Svb.
Shee, now, is set
At dinner, in her bed; and shee has sent you,
From her owne priuate trencher, a dead mouse,
And a piece of ginger-bread, to be merry withall,
And stay your stomack, lest you faint with fasting:
Yet, if you could hold out, till shee saw you (shee sayes)
It would be better for you.
Fac.
Sir, he shall
Hold out, and 'twere this two houres, for her Highnesse;
I can assure you that. We will not loose
All we ha'done—
Svb.
He must nor see, nor speake
To any body, till then.
Fac.
For that, wee'll put, sir,
A stay in 'is mouth.
Svb.
Of what?
Fac.
Of ginger-bread.
Make you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her Grace,
Thus farre, shall not now crinckle, for a little.
Gape sir, and let him fit you.
Svb.
Where shall we now
Bestow him?
Dol.
I'the priuie.
Svb.
Come along, sir,
I now must shew you Fortunes priuy lodgings.
Fac.
Are they perfum'd? and his bath readie?
Svb.
All.
Onely the Fumigation's somewhat strong.
Fac.
Sir Epicvre, I am yours, sir, by and by.
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