And speaks the language of Canaan, truly. Trib. I think him a prophane person, Ana. Let us call on him, then.

Trib. The motion's good,

Trib. Peace.

Ana. They are popish, all.

I will not peace. I will not-
Trib. Ananias!

Ana. Please the profane, to grieve the godly.
I may not.

Sub. Well, Ananias, thou shalt overcome. Trib. It is an ignorant zeal, that haunts him, sir: But, truly, else, a very faithful brother.

Sub. Has he a competent sum there i' the bag,

Art thou returned? Nay, then, it goes down yet.
Trib. Sir, be appeased; he is come to humble
Himself in spirit, and ask your patience,
If too much zeal hath carried him aside
From the due path.

Sub. Why, this doth qualify.

Trib. The brethren had no purpose, verily, To give you the least grievance; but are ready To lend their willing hands to any project The spirit and you direct.

Sub. This qualifies more.

Trib. And for the orphans' goods, let them be valued,

Or what is needful else to the holy work,
It shall be numbered. Here, by me, the saints
Throw down their purse before you.

Sub. This qualifies most!

Why, thus it should be; now you understand. Have I discovered so unto you of our stone, And of the good that it shall bring your cause? Nature's miracle,

The divine secret, that doth fly in clouds

And must for charity and conscience sake,
Now see the most be made for my poor orphans :
Though I desire the brethren too, good gainers.
There they are within. When you have viewed
and bought them,

And ta'en the inventory of what they are,
They are ready for projection; there's no more
To do; cast on the medicine, so much silver
As there is tin there, so much gold as brass,
I'll give't you in by weight.

Trib. But how long time,

Sir, must the saints expect yet?
Sub. Let me see--

How's the moon now? Eight, nine, ten days

hence,

He will be silver potate; then, three days
Before he citronise: some fifteen days
The majisterium will be perfected.

Ana. About the second day of the third week In the ninth month?

Sub. Yes.

Trib. What will the orphans' goods arise to, think you?

Sub. Some hundred marks: as much as filled

three cars

Unladen now; you'll make six millions of them. But I must ha' more coals laid in.

Trib. How?

Sub. Another load,

I know him of old.

Sub. Oh, but to have gulled him,

Had been a mastery.

Face. Let him go, black boy!

Brought me the intelligence in a paper here,

thee.

bath,

(That is the colour) and to make his battery Upon our Dol, our castle, our Cinque-port, Our Dover-pier, our what thou wilt.

Where is the doxy?

For Surly. I ha' my flies abroad. Your bath
Is famous, Subtle, by my means. Sweet Dol,
You must go tune your virginal: no losing
O' the least time. And do you hear? His great
Verdugoship has not a jot of language:
So much the easier to be cozened, my Dolly;
He will come here in a hired coach, obscure,
And our own coachman, whom I have sent to

guide;

It shall be brief enough. 'Slight, here are more! Abel, and, I think, the angry boy, the heir,

That fain would quarrel.

Sub. And the widow?
Face. No;

Not that I see.

Away.

[Exeunt SUBTLE and DOL.

O, sirs, you are welcome!

Enter DAPPER, DRUGGER, and KASTRIL,

The doctor is within, moving for you.

I have had the most ado to win him to it.
He swears you'll be the darling of the dice.
Dup. Shall see her grace?

Face. See her, and kiss her too-What, ho-
nest Nab!

Hast brought the damask?

Drug. No, sir, here's tobacco.

Face. 'Tis well done, Nab. Thou❜lt bring the damask, too?

Drug. Yes. Here's the gentleman, captain; master Kastril,

I have brought to see the doctor.

Face. Where's the widow?

[Whispers.

Drug. Sir, as he likes, his sister (he says) shall come.

Face. Oh, is it so?

Drug. I'll introduce him. Master Kastril, captain Face.

Face. Good time. Is your name Kastril, sir? Kas. Aye, and the best of the Kastrils; I'd be sorry else,

By fifteen hundred a-year. Where is the doctor?
My mad tobacco boy, here, tells me of one
That can do things. Has he any skill ?

Face. Wherein, sir?

Kas. To carry a business, manage a quarrel fairly,

Upon fit terms.

Face. It seems, sir, you are but young
About the town, that can make that a question.
Kas. Sir, not so young, but I have heard some
speech

Of the angry boys, and seen them take tobacco,
And in his shop; and I can take it too:
And I would fain be one of them, and go down
And practise in the country.

Face. Sir, for the duello,

The doctor, I assure you, shall inform you,

To the least shadow of a hair; and, then, rules

Face. Yes, in oblique, he'll shew you, or in

circle,

But never in diameter. I'll tell you his method: First, he will enter you at some ordinary.

Kas. No, I'll come not there. You shall pardon me.

Face. For why, sir?

Kas. There's gaming there, and tricks,
Face. Why, would you be

A gallant, and not game?

Kas. Aye, 'twill spend a man.

Face. Spend you! it will repair you, when you are spent.

How do they live by their wits there, that have vented

Six times your fortune?

Kas. What, three thousand a year ?
Face. Aye, forty thousand.

Here's a young gentleman

Is born to nothing, forty marks a year,
Which I count nothing. He is to be initiated,
And have a fly o' the doctor. He will win you,
By irresistible luck, within this fortnight,
Enough to buy a barony.

Kas. Do you not gull one?

Face. 'Ods my life! do you think it?
Why, Nab here knows it.

And then for making matches for rich widows,
Young gentlewomen, heirs, the fortunatest man!
He's sent to, far and near, all over England,
To have his counsel, and to know their fortunes.
Kas. Adzooks! my sister shall see him.
Fuce. I'll tell you, sir,
What he did tell me of Nab.
It's a strange thing;

(By the way, you must eat no cheese, Nab; it breeds melancholy,

And that same melancholy breeds worms) but pass it;

He told me, honest Nab, he was ne'er at tavern
But once in's life!

Drug. Troth, and no more I was not-
Face. And then he was so sick-

Drug. Could he tell you that too?

Face. How should I know it?

Drug. In troth, I'll tell you the whole story : We had been a shooting,

And had a piece of fat ram mutton to supper,
That lay so heavy o' my stomach-

Face. And he has no head

:

To bear any wine for what with the noise of the fidlers,

And care of his shop; for he dares keep no scr

vant

FACE and MAMMON meet.

Face. Oн, sir, you are come i' the only finest time.

Mam. Where's master?

Face. Now preparing for projection, sir.

Your stuff will be all changed shortly.

Mam. Into gold?

Face. To gold and silver, sir.

Mam, Silver I care not for.

Face. Yes, sir, a little to give beggars.
Mam. Where's the lady?

Face. At hand here. I ha' told her such brave things of you,

Touching your bounty, and your noble spirit-
Mam. Hast thou?

Face. As she is almost in her fit to see you. But, good sir, no divinity i' your conference, For fear of putting her in a rage

Mam. I warrant thee.

Here she comes.

Enter DOL.

These answers speak your breeding and your blood.

Dol. Blood we boast none, sir; a poor baron's daughter.

Mam. Poor! and gat you? Profane not. Had your father

Slept all the happy remnant of his life,

After that act,

He had done enough to make himself
And his posterity noble.

Sweet madam, let me be particular

Dol. Particular, sir? I pray you, know your

distance.

Mam. In no ill sense, sweet lady, but to ask How your fair graces pass the hours? I see