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Scene II.

Face
, Svbtle, Kastril, Dame Pliant.
Dost thou not laugh?

Svb.
Yes. Are they gone?

Fac.
All's cleare.

Svb.
The widdow is come.

Fac.
And your quarrelling disciple?

Svb.
I.

Fac.
I must to my Captaine-ship againe, then.

Svb.
Stay, bring 'hem in, first.

Fac.
So I meant. What is shee?
A Bony-bell?

Svb.
I know not.

Fac.
Wee'll draw lots,
You'll stand to that?

Svb.
What else?

Fac.
O, for a suite,
To fall now, like a cortine: flap.

Svb.
To th'dore, man.

Fac.
You'll ha' the first kisse, 'cause I am not readie.

Svb.
Yes, and perhaps hit you through both the nostrils.

Fac.
Who would you speak with?

Kas.
Wher's the Captaine?

Fac.
Gone, sir,
About some businesse.

Kas.
Gone?

Fac.
Hee'll returne straight.
But master Doctor, his Lieutenant, is here.

Svb.
Come neere, my worshipfull Boy, my terræ Fili,
That is, my Boy of land; make thy approches:
Welcome, I know thy lusts, and thy desires,
And I will serue, and satisfie 'hem. Beginne,
Charge me from thence, or thence, or in this line;
Here is my center: Ground thy quarrell.

Kas.
You lie.

Svb.
How, child of wrath, and anger! the loud lie?
For what, my sodaine Boy?

Kas.
Nay, that looke you too,
I am afore-hand.

Svb.
O, this's no true Grammar,
And as ill Logick! You must render causes, child,
Your first, and second Intentions, know your canons,
And your diuisions, moodes, degrees, and differences,
Your prædicaments, substance, and accident,
Series externe, and interne, with their causes
Efficient, materiall, formall, finall,
And ha' your elements perfect—

Kas.
What is this!
The angrie tongue he talkes in?

Svb.
That false precept,
Of being afore-hand, has deceiu'd a number;
And made 'hem enter quarrells, often-times,
Before they were aware: and, afterward,
Against their wills.

Kas.
How must I doe then, sir?

Svb.
I crie this lady mercy. Shee should, first,
Haue beene saluted. I doe call you lady,
Because you are to be one, ere't be long,
He kisses her.
My soft, and buxome widdow.

Kas.
Is shee, i-faith?

Svb.
Yes, or my art is an egregious lyar.

Kas.
How know you?

Svb.
By inspection, on her fore-head,
And subtiltie of her lip, which must be tasted
He kisses her againe.
Often, to make a iudgement. 'Slight, shee melts
Like a Myrobalane! Here is, yet, a line
In riuo frontis, tells me, he is no knight.

Pli.
What is he then, sir?

Svb.
Let me see your hand.
O, your linea Fortunæ makes it plaine;
And stella, here, in monte Veneris:
But, most of all, iunctura annularis.
He is a souldier, or a man of art, lady:
But shall haue some great honour, shortly.

Pli.
Brother,
Hee's a rare man, beleeue me!

Kas.
Hold your peace.
Here comes the tother rare man. 'Saue you Captaine.

Fac.
Good master Kastril. Is this your sister?

Kas.
I, sir.
Please you to kusse her, and be proud to know her?

Fac.
I shall be proud to know you, ladie.

Pli.
Brother,
He calls me ladie, too.

Kas.
I, peace. I heard it.

Fac.
The Count is come.

Svb.
Where is he?

Fac.
At the dore.

Svb.
Why, you must entertaine him.

Fac.
What'll you doe
With these the while?

Svb.
Why, haue 'hem vp, and shew 'hem
Some fustian booke, or the darke glasse.

Fac.
'Fore god,
Shee is a delicate dab-chick! I must haue her.

Svb.
Must you? I, if your fortune will, you must.
Come sir, the Captaine will come to vs presently.
I'll ha' you to my chamber of demonstrations,
Where I'll shew you both the Grammar, and Logick,
And Rhetorick of quarrelling; my whole method,
Drawne out in tables: and my instrument,
That hath the seuerall scale vpon't, shall make you
Able to quarrell, at a strawes breadth, by Moone-light.
And, lady, I'll haue you looke in a glasse,
Some halfe an houre, but to cleare your eye-sight,
Against you see your fortune: which is greater,
Then I may iudge vpon the sodaine, trust me.