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Scene IIII.

Svbtle
, Dapper, Face, Dol.
How! ha' you eaten your gag?

Dap.
Yes faith, it crumbled
Away i'my mouth.

Svb.
You ha' spoil'd all then.

Dap.
No,
I hope my aunt of Faery will forgiue me.

Svb.
Your aunt's a gracious lady: but in troth
You were to blame.

Dap.
The fume did ouer-come me,
And I did do't to stay my stomack. 'Pray you
So satisfie her Grace. Here comes the Captaine.

Fac.
How now! Is his mouth downe?

Svb.
I! he has spoken!

Fac.
(A poxe, I heard him, and you too.) Hee's vn-done, then.
(I haue beene faine to say, the house is haunted
With spirits, to keepe churle back.

Svb.
And hast thou done it?

Fac.
Sure, for this night.

Svb.
Why, then triumph, and sing
Of Face so famous, the precious king
Of present wits.

Fac.
Did you not heare the coyle,
About the dore?

Svb.
Yes, and I dwindled with it.)

Fac.
Shew him his aunt, and let him be dispatch'd:
I'll send her to you.

Svb.
Well sir, your aunt her Grace,
Will giue you audience presently, on my sute,
And the Captaines word, that you did not eate your gag,
In any contempt of her Highnesse.

Dap.
Not I, in troth, sir.

Dol like the Queene of Faery.
Svb.
Here shee is come. Downe o' your knees, and wriggle:
Shee has a stately presence. Good. Yet neerer,
And bid, God saue you.

Dap.
Madame.

Svb.
And your aunt.

Dap.
And my most gracious aunt, god saue your Grace.

Dol.
Nephew, we thought to haue beene angrie with you:
But that sweet face of yours, hath turn'd the tide,
And made it flow with ioy, that eb'd of loue.
Arise, and touch our veluet gowne.

Svb.
The skirts,
And kisse 'hem. So.

Dol.
Let me now stroke that head,
Much, nephew, shalt thou win; much shalt thou spend;
Much shalt thou giue away; much shalt thou lend.

Svb.
(I much, indeed.) Why doe you not thanke her Grace?

Dap.
I cannot speake, for ioy.

Svb.
See, the kind wretch!
Your Graces kins-man right.

Dol.
Giue me the Bird.
Here is your Fly in a purse, about your neck, cosen,
Weare it, and feed it, about this day seu' night,
On your right wrist—.

Svb.
Open a veine, with a pinne,
And let it suck but once a weeke: till then,
You must not looke on't.

Dol.
No. And, kins-man,
Beare your selfe worthy of the bloud you come on.

Svb.
Her grace would ha' you eate no more Wool-sack pies,
Nor Dagger frume'ty.

Dol.
Nor breake his fast,
In heauen, and hell.

Svb.
Shee's with you euery where!
Nor play with Costar-mongers, at mum-chance, tray-trip.
God make you rich, (when as your aunt has done it:) but keepe
The gallant'st company, and the best games—

Dap.
Yes, sir.

Svb.
Gleeke and primero: and what you get, be true to vs.

Dap.
By this hand, I will.

Svb.
You may bring's a thousand pound,
Before to morrow night, (if but three thousand,
Be stirring) an' you will.

Dap.
I sweare, I will then.

Svb.
Your Fly will learne you all games.

Fac.
Ha' you done there?

Svb.
Your grace will command him no more duties?

Dol.
No:
But come, and see me often. I may chance
To leaue him three or foure hundred chests of treasure,
And some twelue thousand acres of Faerie land:
If he game well, and comely, with good gamesters.

Svb.
There's a kind aunt! kisse her departing part.
But you must sell you fortie marke a yeare, now:

Dap.
I, sir, I meane.

Svb.
Or, gi't away: pox on't.

Fac.
I'le gi't mine aunt. Ile goe and fetch the writings.

Svb.
'Tis well, away.

Fac.
Where's Svbtle?

Svb.
Here. What newes?

Fac.
Drvgger is at the doore, goe take his suite,
And bid him fetch a Parson, presently:
Say, he shall marrie the widdow. Thou shalt spend
A hundred pound by the seruice! Now, queene Dol,
Ha'you pack'd vp all?

Dol.
Yes.

Fac.
And how doe you like
The lady Plyant?

Dol.
A good dull innocent.

Svb.
Here's your Hieronimo's cloake, and hat.

Fac.
Giue mee 'hem.

Svb.
And the ruffe too?

Fac.
Yes, I'll come to you presently.

Svb.
Now, he is gone about his proiect, Dol,
I told you of, for the widow.

Dol.
'Tis direct
Against our articles.

Svb.
Well, wee'll fit him, wench.
Hast thou gull'd her of her iewels, or her bracelets?

Dol.
No, but I will do't.

Svb.
Soone at night, my Dolly,
When we are shipt, and all our goods aboord,
East-ward for Ratcliffe; we will turne our course
To Brainford, westward, if thou saist the word:
And take our leaues of this ore-weaning raskall,
This peremtorie Face.

Dol.
Content, I'am weary of him.

Svb.
Tho'hast cause, when the slaue will runne a wiuing, Dol,
Against the instrument, that was drawne betweene vs.

Dol.
I'll plucke his bird as bare as I can.

Svb.
Yes, tell her,
She must by any meanes, addresse some present
To th'cunning man; make him amends, for wronging
His art with her suspition; send a ring;
Or chaine of pearle; shee will be tortur'd else
Extremely in her sleepe, say: and ha' strange things
Come to her. Wilt thou?

Dol.
Yes.

Svb.
My fine flitter-mouse,
My bird o'the night; wee'll tickle it at the pigeons,
When we haue all, and may vn-lock the trunkes,
They kisse.
And say, this's mine, and thine, and thine, and mine—

Fac.
What now, a billing?

Svb.
Yes, a little exalted
In the good passage of our stock-affaires.

Fac.
Drvgger has brought his Parson, take him in, Svbtle,
And send Nab back againe, to wash his face.

Svb.
I will: and shaue himselfe?

Fac.
If you can get him.

Dol.
You are hot vpon it, Face, what ere it is!

Fac.
A trick, that Dol shall spend ten pound a month by.
Is he gone?

Svb.
The Chaplaine waits you i' the hall, sir.

Fac.
I'll goe bestow him.

Dol.
Hee'll now marry her, instantly.

Svb.
He cannot, yet, he is not readie. Deare Dol,
Cosen her of all thou canst. To deceiue him
Is no deceipt, but iustice, that would breake
Such an inextricable tye as ours was.

Dol.
Let me alone to fit him.

Fac.
Come, my venturers,
You ha' pack'd vp all? Where be the trunkes? Bring forth.

Svb.
Here.

Fac.
Let's see 'hem. Where's the money?

Svb.
Here,
In this.

Fac.
Mammons ten pound: eight score before.
The Brethrens money, this. Drvggers, and Dappers.
What paper's that?

Dol.
The iewell of the waiting maides,
That stole it from her lady, to know certaine—

Fac.
If shee should haue precedence of her mistris?

Dol.
Yes.

Fac.
What boxe is that?

Svb.
The fish-wiues rings, I thinke:
And th'ale-wiues single money. Is't not Dol?

Dol.
Yes: and the whistle, that the saylors wife
Brought you, to know, and her husband were with Ward.

Fac.
Wee'll wet it to morrow: and our siluer-beakers,
And tauerne cups. Where be the French petti-coats,
And girdles, and hangers?

Svb.
Here, i'the trunke,
And the bolts of lawne.

Fac.
Is Drvggers damaske, there?
And the tabacco?

Svb.
Yes.

Fac.
Giue me the keyes.

Dol.
Why you the keyes!

Svb.
No matter, Dol: because
We shall not open 'hem, before he comes.

Fac.
'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed:
Nor haue 'hem forth. Doe you see? Not forth, Dol.

Dol.
No!

Fac.
No, my smock-rampant. The right is, my master
Knowes all, has pardon'd me, and he will keepe 'hem,
Doctor, 'tis true (you looke) for all your figures:
I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners,
Both hee, and shee, be satisfied: for, here
Determines the indenture tripartite,
Twixt Svbtle, Dol, and Face. All I can doe
Is to helpe you ouer the wall, o' the back-side;
Or lend you a sheet, to saue your veluet gowne, Dol.
Here will be officers, presently; bethinke you,
Of some course sodainely to scape the dock:
For thether you'll come else. Harke you, thunder.

Some knock.
Syb.
You are a precious fiend!

Off.
Open the dore.

Fac.
Dol, I am sorry for thee i-faith. But hearst thou?
It shall goe hard, but I will place thee some-where:
Thou shalt ha' my letter to mistris Amo.

Dol.
Hang you—

Fac.
Or madame Cæsarean.

Dol.
Poxe vpon you, rogue,
Would I had but time to beat thee.

Fac.
Svbtle,
Let's know where you set vp next; I'll send you
A customer, now and then, for old acquaintance:
What new course ha' you?

Svb.
Rogue, I'll hang my selfe:
That I may walke a greater diuell, then thou,
And haunt thee i' the flock-bed, and the buttery.