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Scene II.

Dapper
, Face, Svbtle.
Captaine, I am here.

Fac.
Who's that? He's come, I think, Doctor.
Good faith, sir, I was going away.

Dap.
In truth,
I'am very sorry, Captaine.

Fac.
But I thought
Sure, I should meet you.

Dap.
I, I'am very glad.
I'had a sciruy writ, or two, to make,
And I had lent my watch last night, to one
That dines, to day, at the shrieffs: and so was rob'd
Of my passe-time. Is this the cunning-man?

Fac.
This is his worship.

Dap.
Is he a Doctor?

Fac.
Yes.

Dap.
And ha'you broke with him, Captain?

Fac.
I.

Dap.
And how?

Fac.
Faith, he do's make the matter, sir, so daintie,
I know not what to say—

Dap.
Not so, good Captaine.

Fac.
Would I were fairely rid on't, beleeue me.

Dap.
Nay, now you grieue me, sir. Why should you wish so?
I dare assure you. I'll not be vngratefull.

Fac.
I cannot thinke you will, sir. But the law
Is such a thing—And then, he sayes, Reade's matter
Falling so lately—

Dap.
Reade? He was an asse,
And dealt, sir, with a foole.

Fac.
It was a clarke, sir.

Dap.
A clarke?

Fac.
Nay, heare me, sir, you know the law
Better, I thinke—

Dap.
I should, sir, and the danger.
You know I shew'd the statute to you?

Fac.
You did so.

Dap.
And will I tell, then? By this hand, of flesh,
Would it might neuer wright good court-hand, more,
If I discouer. What doe you thinke of me,
That I am a Chiause?

Fac.
What's that?

Dap.
The Turke was, here—
As one would say, doe you thinke I am a Turke?

Fac.
I'll tell the Doctor so.

Dap.
Doe, good sweet Captaine.

Fac.
Come, noble Doctor, 'pray thee, let's preuaile,
This is the gentleman, and he is no Chiause.

Svb.
Captaine, I haue return'd you all my answere.
I would doe much, sir, for your loue—But this
I neither may, nor can.

Fac.
Tut, doe not say so.
You deale, now, with a noble fellow, Doctor,
One that will thanke you, richly, and h'is no Chiause:
Let that, sir, moue you.

Svb.
Pray you, forbeare—

Fac.
He has
Foure angels, here—

Svb.
You doe me wrong, good sir.

Fac.
Doctor, wherein? To tempt you, with these spirits?

Svb.
To tempt my art, and loue, sir, to my perill.
'Fore heau'n, I scarse can thinke you are my friend,
That so would draw me to apparant danger.

Fac.
I draw you? A horse draw you, and a halter,
You, and your flies together—

Dap.
Nay, good Captayne.

Fac.
That know no difference of men.

Svb.
Good wordes, sir.

Fac.
Good deeds, sir, Doctor dogs-meate. 'Slight I bring you
No cheating Clim-o' the-Clovghs, or Claribels,
That looke as bigge as fiue-and-fiftie, and flush,
And spit out secrets, like hot custard—

Dap.
Captayne.

Fac.
Nor any melancholike vnder-scribe,
Shall tell the Vicar: but, a speciall gentle,
That is the heire to fortie markes, a yeere,
Consorts with the small poets of the time,
Is the sole hope of his old grand-mother,
That knowes the law, and writes you sixe faire hands,
Is a fine clarke, and has his cyphring perfect,
Will take his oath, o'the greeke Xenophon,
If need be, in his pocket: and can court
His mistris, out of Ovid.

Dap.
Nay, deare Captayne.

Fac.
Did you not tell me, so?

Dap.
Yes, but I'ld ha'you
Vse master Doctor, with some more respect.

Fac.
Hang him proud stagge, with his broad veluet head.
But, for your sake, I'ld choake, ere I would change
An article of breath, with such a puck-fist—
Come let's be gone.

Svb.
Pray you, le' me speake with you.

Dap.
His worship calls you, Captayne.

Fac.
I am sorry,
I e're imbarqu'd my selfe, in such a businesse.

Dap.
Nay, good sir. He did call you.

Fac.
Will he take, then?

Svb.
First, heare me—

Fac.
Not a syllable, 'lesse you take.

Svb.
Pray ye', sir—

Fac.
Vpon no termes, but an assumpsit.

Svb.
Your humor must be law.

Fac.
Why now, sir, talke.
He takes the money.
Now, I dare heare you with mine honour. Speake.
So may this gentleman too.

Svb.
Why, sir—

Fac.
No whispring.

Svb.
'Fore heau'n, you doe not apprehend the losse
You doe your selfe, in this.

Fac.
Wherein? For what?

Svb.
Mary, to be so importunate for one,
That, when he has it, will vn-doe you all:
Hee'll winne vp all the money i'the towne.

Fac.
How!

Svb.
Yes. And blow vp gamster, after gamster,
As they doe crackers, in a puppit-play.
If I doe giue him a familiar,
Giue you him all you play for; neuer set him:
For he will haue it.

Fac.
Y'are mistaken, Doctor.
Why, he do's aske one but for cups, and horses,
A rifling she: none o'your great familiars.

Dap.
Yes, Captayne, I would haue it, for all games.

Svb.
I told you so.

Fac.
'Slight, that's a new businesse!
I vnderstood you, a tame bird, to flie
Twise in a terme, or so; on friday-nights,
When you had left the office: for a nagge,
Of fortie, or fiftie shillings.

Dap.
I, 'tis true, sir,
But I doe thinke, now, I shall leaue the law,
And therefore—

Fac.
Why, this changes quite the case!
Do'you thinke, that I dare moue him?

Dap.
If you please, sir,
All's one to him, I see.

Fac.
What! for that money?
I cannot with my conscience. Nor should you
Make the request, me thinkes.

Dap.
No, sir, I meane
To adde consideration.

Fac.
Why, then, sir,
I'll trie. Say, that it were for all games, Doctor?

Svb.
I say, then, not a mouth shall eate for him
At any ordinarie, but o'the score,
That is a gaming mouth, conceiue me.

Fac.
Indeed!

Svb.
Hee'll draw you all the treasure of the realme,
If it be set him.

Fac.
Speake you this from art?

Svb.
I, sir, and reason too: the ground of art.
H'is o'the onely best complexion,
The queene of Fairy loues.

Fac.
What! is he!

Svb.
Peace.
Hee'll ouer-heare you. Sir, should shee but see him—

Fac.
What?

Svb.
Do not you tell him.

Fac.
Will he win at cards too?

Svb.
The spirits of dead Holland, liuing Isaac,
You'ld sweare, were in him: such a vigorous luck
As cannot be resisted. 'Slight hee'll put
Sixe o'your gallants, to a cloke, indeed.

Fac.
A strange successe, that some man shall be borne too!

Svb.
He heares you, man—

Dap.
Sir, Ile not be ingratefull.

Fac.
Faith, I haue a confidence in his good nature:
You heare, he sayes, he will not be ingratefull.

Svb.
Why, as you please, my venture followes yours.

Fac.
Troth, doe it, Doctor. Thinke him trustie, and make him.
He may make vs both happy in an houre:
Win some fiue thousand pound, and send vs two on't.

Dap.
Beleeue it, and I will, sir.

Fac.
And you shall, sir.
You haue heard all?

Dap.
No, what was't? nothing, I sir.

Face takes him aside.
Fac.
Nothing?

Dap.
A little, sir.

Fac.
Well, a rare starre
Raign'd, at your birth.

Dap.
At mine, sir? no.

Fac.
The Doctor
Sweares that you are—

Svb.
Nay, Captaine, yo'll tell all, now.

Fac.
Allyed to the queene of Faerie.

Dap.
Who? that I am?
Beleeue it, no such matter—

Fac.
Yes, and that
Yo'were borne with a caule o'your head.

Dap.
Who saies so?

Fac.
Come.
You know it well inough, though you dissemble it.

Dap.
I-fac, I doe not. You are mistaken.

Fac.
How!
Sweare by your fac? and in a thing so knowne
Vnto the Doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you
I'the other matter? Can we euer thinke,
When you haue wonne fiue, or sixe thousand pound,
You'll send vs shares in't, by this rate?

Dap.
By Iove, sir,
I'll winne ten thousand pound, and send you halfe.
I-fac's no oath.

Svb.
No, no, he did but iest.

Fac.
Goe too. Goe, thanke the Doctor. He's your friend
To take it so.

Dap.
I thanke his worship.

Fac.
So?
Another angell.

Dap.
Must I?

Fac.
Must you? Slight,
What else is thankes? will you be triuiall? Doctor,
When must he come, for his familiar?

Dap.
Shall I not ha'it with me?

Svb.
O, good sir!
There must a world of ceremonies passe,
You must be bath'd, and fumigated, first;
Besides, the Queene of Faerie do's not rise,
Till it be noone.

Fac.
Not, if she daunc'd, to night.

Svb.
And she must blesse it.

Fac.
Did you neuer see
Her royall Grace, yet?

Dap.
Whom?

Fac.
Your aunt of Faerie?

Svb.
Not, since she kist him, in the cradle, Captayne,
I can resolue you that.

Fac.
Well, see her Grace,
What ere it cost you, for a thing that I know!
It will be somewhat hard to compasse: but,
How euer, see her. You are made, beleeue it,
If you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman,
And very rich, and if she take a phant'sye,
She will doe strange things. See her, at any hand.
'Slid, she may hap to leaue you all she has!
It is the Doctors feare.

Dap.
How will't be done, then?

Fac.
Let me alone, take you no thought. Doe you
But say to me, Captayne, I'll see her Grace.

One knocks without.
Dap.
Captain, I'll see her Grace.

Fac.
Inough.

Svb.
Who's there?
Anone. (Conduct him forth, by the backe way)
Sir, against one a clock, prepare your selfe.
Till when you must be fasting; onely, take
Three drops of vinegar, in, at your nose;
Two at your mouth; and one, at either eare;
Then, bath your fingers endes; and wash your eyes;
To sharpen your fiue senses; and, cry hum,
Thrise; and then buz, as often; and then, come.

Fac.
Can you remember this?

Dap.
I warrant you.

Fac.
Well, then, away. 'Tis, but your bestowing
Some twenty nobles, 'mong her Graces seruants;
And, put on a cleane shirt: You doe not know
What grace her Grace may doe you in cleane linne.