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You are lodged here i' the house of a rare man, An excellent artist; but what's that to you? Dol. Yes, sir, I study here the mathematics, And distillation.

Mam. Oh, I cry your pardon.

He's a divine instructor.

Dol. Aye, and for his physick, sirMam. Above the art of Esculapius, That drew the envy of the thunderer! I know all this, and more.

Dol. Troth, I am taken, sir,

Whole with these studies, that contemplate na

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Mam. Why, you are like it.

You were created, lady, for the light!

Here, you shall wear it; take it, the first pledge Of what I speak, to bind you to believe me. Dol. In chains of adamant?

Mam. Yes, the strongest bands.

And take a secret, too: here, by your side,
Doth stand, this hour, the happiest man in Europe.
Dol. You are contented, sir?

Mam. Nay, in true being,

The envy of princes, and the fear of states.
Dol. Say you so, sir Epicure?

Mam. Yes, and thou shalt prove it,
Daughter of honour. I have cast mine eye
Upon thy form, and I will rear this beauty
Above all stiles.

Dol. You mean no treason, sir?

Mam. No: I will take away that jealousy.
I am the lord of the philosopher's stone,
And thou the lady.

Dol. How, sir! ha' you that?

Mam. I am the master of the mastery. This day the good old wretch here, o' the house, Has made it for us; now he's at projection. Think, therefore, thy first wish now; let me hear it;

And it shall rain into thy lap, no shower,

But floods of gold, whole cataracts, a deluge—

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canons,

And your divisions, moods, degrees, and differ

ences,

And ha' your elements perfect

Kas. What, is this

The angry tongue he talks in?

Sub. That false precept

Of being afore-hand, has deceived a number, And made them enter quarrels, oftentimes, Before they were aware; and afterward Against their wills.

Kas. How must I do then, sir?

Sub. I cry this lady mercy: she should first Have been saluted.

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Enter SUBTLE.

Sub. What do you say?

Face. Have you disposed of them.

Sub. I have sent them up.

Face. Subtle, in troth, I needs must have this widow.

Sub. Is that the matter?
Face. Nay, but hear me.
Sub. Go to,

If you rebel once, Dol shall know it all.
Therefore be quiet, and obey your chance.
Face. Nay,

But understand: I'll give you composition.

Sub. I will not treat with thee. What, sell my fortune?

'Tis better than my birth-right. Do not murmur. Win her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol Knows it directly.

Face. Well, sir, I am silent.

Will you go help to fetch in Don in state?

Sub. I follow you, sir. We must keep Face in

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Sub. He speaks out of a fortification.

Pray god, he ha' no squibs in those deep sets. Sur. Por dios, sennores, muy linda casa ! Sub. What says he?

Face. Praises the house, I think;

I know no more but's action.
Sub. Yes, the Casa,

My precious Diego, will prove fair enough
To cozen you in. Do you mark? You shall
Be cozened, Diego.

Face. Cozened, do you see?
My worthy Donzel, cozened.
Sur. Entiendo.

Sub. Do you intend it? So do we, dear Don. Have you brought pistolets, or portagues, My solemn Don? Dost thou feel any?

Face. Full.

[He feels his pockets. Sub. You shall be emptied, Don, pumped and drawn

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Sub. That's true.

'Fore Heaven, I know not:

Mammon must not be troubled.

Face. Mammon? in no case.

Think; you must be sudden.

Sur. Entiendo, qua la sennora es tan hermosa,

que codicio tan a ver la, como la bien aventuranza | And that was some three year afore I was born, de mi vida.

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[Exit SURLY.

I will the heartlier go about it now,
And make the widow a punk so much the sooner,
To be revenged on this impetuous Face:
The quickly doing of it is the grace.

Enter FACE, KASTRIL, and PLIANT. Face. Come, lady; I knew the doctor would not leave,

Till he had found the very nick of her fortune. Kas. To be a countess, say you? A Spanish countess, sir?

Pli. Why, is that better than an English countess?

Face. Better! 'Slight, make you that a question, lady?

Enter SUBTLE.

Here comes the doctor.

Sub. My most honoured lady,

(For so I am now to stile you, having found,
By this my scheme, you are to undergo
An honourable fortune, very shortly)
What will you say now, if some-

Face. I have told her all, sir;

And her right worshipful brother here, that she shall be

A countess; do not delay them, sir; a Spanish

countess.

Sub. Still, my scarce worshipful captain, you can keep

No secret. Well, since he has told you, madam, Do you forgive him, and I do.

Kas. She shall do that, sir;

I'll look to't, 'tis my charge.

Sub. Well, then, nought rests

But that she fit her love now to her fortune.
Pli. Truly, I shall never brook a Spaniard.
Sub. No?

Pli. Never since eighty-eight could I abide them.

VOL. II.

in truth.

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Sur. Que es esto, sennores, que non se venga? Esta tardanza me mata!

Face. It is the count come;

The doctor knew he would be here, by his art.
Sub. En gallanta madama, don! gallantissima!
Sur. Par todos los dioses, le mas acabuda
Hermosura, que he visto en mi vida!
Face. Is't not a gallant language, that they
speak?

Kas. An admirable language! Is't not French?
Face. No, Spanish, sir.

Kas. It goes like law-French;

And that, they say, is the courtliest language.
Face. List, sir.

Sur. Valga me dios.

Face. He admires your sister.

Kas. Must not she make a curtsy?

Sub. Od's will, she must go to him, man, and kiss him!

It is the Spanish fashion for the women
To make first court. Sir?

Sur. Por el amor de dios, que es esto, que se tarda?

Kas. Nay, see; she will not understand him! Gull!

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Sub. How!

If I found check in our great work within,

Kas. The widow Pliant. Knew you not that? When such affairs as these were managing!

Sub. Yes, yes, I knew it by my art.

Come, let's go to practise.

Kas. Yes; but do you think, doctor,

I e'er shall quarrel well?

Sub. I warrant you.

[Exeunt.

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Dol. Made up the two legs, and the fourth beast,

That was Gog-north, and Egypt-south; which
after

Was called Gog-iron-leg, and South-iron-leg-
Mum. La-

Dol. And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt,

too.

Then Egypt-clay-leg, and Gog-clay-leg.
Mam. Sweet madam.

Mam. Why, have you so?

Sub. It has stood still this half hour;

And all the rest of our less works gone back.
Where is the instrument of wickedness,

My lewd false drudge?

Mam. Nay, good sir, blame not him;

Believe me, 'twas against his will or knowledge.
I saw her by chance.

Sub. Will you commit more sin

To excuse a varlet?

Mam. By my hope, 'tis true, sir.

Sub. Nay, then, I wonder less, if you, for

whom

The blessing was prepared, would so tempt heaven,
And lose your fortunes.
Mam. Why, sir?

Sub. This will retard
The work, a month at least.

Mam. Why, if it do,

What remedy? but think it not, good father:
Our purposes were honest.

Sub. As they were,
So the reward will prove.

[A great crack, and noise within.] How now! Ay me!

Dol. And last Gog-dust, and Egypt-dust, which God, and all saints be good to us! What's that? fall

In the last link of the fourth chain. And these

Be stars in story, which none see or look at-
Mam. What shall I do?

Dol. For, as he says, except

We call the rabins, and the heathen Greeks
Mam. Dear lady!

Dol. To come from Salem, and from Athens,
And teach the people of Great-Britain-

Enter FACE.

Face. What's the matter, sir.

Dol. To speak the tongue of Eber and Javan-
Mum. Oh, she's in her fit.

Dol. We shall know nothing

Face. Death, sir,

We are undone. My master will hear!
Sub. [within.] What's to do there?

Face. Oh, we are lost. Now she hears him,
she is quiet.

Mam. Where shall I hide me?

[Upon SUBTLE's entry, they disperse.]

Sub. How, what sight is here!

Close deeds of darkness, and that shun the light!
Bring him again; who is he?-What, my son!
Oh, I have lived too long.

Mam. Nay, good, dear father,

There was no unchaste purpose.

Sub. No? and flee me,

When I come in?

Mam. That was my error,

Sub. Error?

Guilt, guilt, my son. Give it the right name. No

marvel

Face. Oh, sir, we are defeated: all the works Are flown in fumo :

Retorts, receivers, pellicanes, bolt-heads,

All struck in shivers! Help, good sir! alas!
[SUBTLE falls down as in a swoon.
Coldness and death invade him. Nay, sir Mam-

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Sub. How doth my noble Diego?

And my dear madam countess? Hath the count
Been courteous, lady? liberal and open?
Donsel, methinks you look melancholic,
I do not like the dulness of your eye;

Be lighter; I will make your pockets so.

[He falls to picking of them. Sur. Will you, don bawd, and pick-purse? How now? Reel you? [Strikes him.

Stand up, sir; you shall find, since I am so heavy, I'll give you equal weight.

Sub. Help, murder!

Sur. No, sir, there's no such thing intended.

A good cart,

And a clean whip, shall ease you of that fear.
I am the Spanish don, that should be cozened,
Do you see? Cozened! Where's your captain
Face?

Enter FACE.

Face. How, Surly!

Sur. Oh, make your approach, good captain. I have found, from whence your copper rings and spoons

Come now, wherewith you cheat abroad in ta

verns.

And this doctor,

[Exeunt. Your sooty, smoaky-bearded compeer, he

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