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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.

Dap.
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.