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Scene VII.

Face
, Kastril, Svrley, Svbtle, Drvgger, Ananias, Da. Pliant, Dol.
VVhy, now's the time, if euer you will quarrell
Well (as they say) and be a true-borne child.
The Doctor, and your sister both are abus'd.

Kas.
Where is he? which is he? he is a slaue
What ere he is, and the sonne of a whore. Are you
The man, sir, I would know?

Svr.
I should be loth, sir,
To confesse so much.

Kas.
Then you lie, i'your throate.

Svr.
How?

Fac.
A very errant rogue, sir, and a cheater,
Employd here, by another coniurer,
That dos not loue the Doctor, and would crosse him
If he knew how—

Svr.
Sir, you are abus'd.

Kas.
You lie:
And 'tis no matter.

Fac.
Well said, sir. He is
The impudent'st raskall—

Svr.
You are indeed. Will you heare me, sir?

Fac.
By no meanes: Bid him be gone.

Kas.
Be gone, sir, quickly.

Svr.
This's strange! Lady, doe you informe your brother.

Fac.
There is not such a foyst, in all the towne,
The Doctor had him, presently: and findes, yet,
The Spanish Count will come, here. Beare vp, Svbtle.

Svb.
Yes, sir, he must appeare, within this houre.

Fac.
And yet this rogue, would come, in a disguise,
By the temptation of another spirit,
To trouble our art, though he could not hurt it.

Kas.
I,
I know—Away, you talke like a foolish mauther.

Svr.
Sir, all is truth, she saies.

Fac.
Doe not beleeue him, sir:
He is the lying'st Swabber! Come your wayes, sir.

Svr.
You are valiant, out of companie.

Kas.
Yes, how then, sir?

Fac.
Nay, here's an honest fellow too, that knowes him,
And all his tricks. (Make good what I say, Abel,)
This cheater would ha' cossen'd thee o' the widdow.
He owes this honest Drvgger, here, seuen pound,
He has had on him, in two-penny'orths of tabacco.

Drv.
Yes sir. And h'has damn'd himselfe, three termes, to pay mee.

Fac.
And what do's he owe for lotium?

Drv.
Thirtie shillings, sir:
And for sixe syringes.

Svr.
Hydra of villanie!

Fac.
Nay, sir, you must quarrell him out o'the house.

Kas.
I will.
Sir, if you get not out o'dores, you lie:
And you are a pimpe.

Svr.
Why, this is madnesse, sir,
Not valure in you: I must laugh at this.

Kas.
It is my humour: you are a Pimpe, and a Trig,
And an Amadis de Gaule, or a Don Qvixote.

Drv.
Or a Knight o'the curious cox-combe. Doe you see?

Ana.
Peace to the houshold.

Kas.
Ile keepe peace, for no man.

Ana.
Casting of dollers is concluded lawfull.

Kas.
Is he the Constable?

Svb.
Peace, Ananias.

Fac.
No, sir.

Kas.
Then you are an Otter, and a Shad, a Whit,
A very Tim.

Svr.
You'll heare me, sir?

Kas.
I will not.

Ana.
What is the motiue!

Svb.
Zeale, in the yong gentleman,
Against his Spanish slops—

Ana.
They are profane,
Leud, superstitious, and idolatrous breeches.

Svr.
New raskals!

Kas.
Will you be gone, sir?

Ana.
Auoid Sathan,
Thou art not of the light. That ruffe of pride,
About thy neck, betrayes thee: 'and is the same
With that, which the vncleane birds, in seuenty-seuen,
Were seene to pranke it with, on diuers coasts.
Thou look'st like Antichrist, in that leud hat.

Svr.
I must giue way.

Kas.
Be gone, sir.

Svr.
But Ile take
A course with you—

Ana.
(Depart, proud Spanish fiend)

Svr.
Captain, & Doctor—

Ana.
Child of perdition.

Kas.
Hence, sir.
Did I not quarrell brauely?

Fac.
Yes, indeed, sir.

Kas.
Nay, and I giue my mind to't, I shall do't.

Fac.
O, you must follow, sir, and threaten him tame.
Hee'll turne againe else.

Kas.
I'll re-turne him, then.

Fac.
Drvgger, this rogue preuented vs, for thee:
We' had determin'd, that thou shouldst ha' come,
In a Spanish sute, and ha' carried her so; and he
A brokerly slaue, goes, puts it on himselfe.
Hast brought the damaske?

Drv.
Yes sir.

Fac.
Thou must borrow,
A Spanish suite. Hast thou no credit with the players?

Drv.
Yes, sir, did you neuer see me play the foole?

Fac.
I know not, Nab: thou shalt, if I can helpe it.
Hieronymo's old cloake, ruffe, and hat will serue,
Subtle hath whisperd with him this while.
Ile tell thee more, when thou bringst 'hem.

Ana.
Sir, I know
The Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath spies
Vpon their actions: and that this was one
I make no scruple. But the holy Synode
Haue beene in prayer, and meditation, for it.
And 'tis reueal'd no lesse, to them, then me,
That casting of money is most lawfull.

Svb.
True.
But here, I cannot doe it; if the house
Should chance to be suspected, all would out,
And we be lock'd vp, in the tower, for euer.
To make gold there (for th'state) neuer come out:
And, then, are you defeated.

Ana.
I will tell
This to the Elders, and the weaker Brethren,
That the whole companie of the Separation
May ioyne in humble prayer againe.

Svb.
(And fasting.)

Ana.
Yea, for some fitter place. The peace of mind
Rest with these walls.

Svb.
Thanks, courteous Ananias.

Fac.
What did he come for?

Svb.
About casting dollers,
Presently, out of hand. And so, I told him,
A Spanish minister came here to spie,
Against the faithfull—

Fac.
I conceiue. Come Svbtle,
Thou art so downe vpon the least disaster!
How wouldst tho' ha' done, if I had not helpt thee out?

Svb.
I thanke thee Face, for the angrie Boy, i-faith.

Fac.
Who would ha' lookt, it should ha' beene that raskall?
Svrly? He had dy'd his beard, and all. Well, sir,
Here's damaske come, to make you a suit.

Svb.
Where's Drvgger?

Fac.
He is gone to borrow me a Spanish habite,
Ile be the Count, now.

Svb.
But where's the widdow?

Fac.
Within, with my lords sister: Madame Dol
Is entertayning her.

Svb.
By your fauour, Face,
Now shee is honest, I will stand againe.

Fac.
You will not offer it?

Svr.
Why?

Fac.
Stand to your word,
Or—here comes Dol. She knowes—

Svb.
Yo'are tyrannous still.

Fac.
Strict for my right. How now, Dol? Hast'told her,
The Spanish Count will come?

Dol.
Yes, but another is come,
You little look'd for!

Fac.
Who's that?

Dol.
Your master:
The master of the house.

Svb.
How, Dol!

Fac.
Shee lies.
This is some trick. Come, leaue your quiblins, Dorothee.

Dol.
Looke out, and see.

Svb.
Art thou in earnest?

Dol.
'Slight,
Fortie o' the neighbours are about him, talking.

Fac.
'Tis he, by this good day.

Dol.
'Twill proue ill day,
For some on vs.

Fac.
We are vndone, and taken.

Dol.
Lost, I'am afraid.

Svb.
You said he would not come,
While there dyed one a weeke, within the liberties.

Fac.
No: 'twas within the walls.

Svb.
Was't so? Cry' you mercy:
I thought the liberties. What shall we doe now, Face?

Fac.
Be silent: not a word, if he call, or knock.
I'll into mine old shape againe, and meet him,
Of Ieremie, the butler. I'the meane time,
Doe you two pack vp all the goods, and purchase,
That we can carry i'the two trunkes. I'll keepe him
Off for to day, if I cannot longer: and then
At night, Ile ship you both away to Ratcliffe,
Where wee'll meet to morrow, and there wee'll share.
Let Mammon's brasse, and pewter keepe the cellar:
Wee'll haue another time for that. But, Dol,
'Pray thee, goe heate a little water, quickly,
Svbtle must shaue me. All my Captaines beard
Must off, to make me appeare smooth Ieremie.
You'll do't?

Svb.
Yes, Ile shaue you, as well as I can.

Fac.
And not cut my throte, but trim me?

Svb.
You shall see, sir.