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 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, Mam. Nay, in true being, The envy of princes, and the fear of states. Mam. Yes, and thou shalt prove it, Dol. You mean no treason, sir? Mam. No: I will take away that jealousy. 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— 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. 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? If you rebel once, Dol shall know it all. 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 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. My precious Diego, will prove fair enough Face. Cozened, do you see? 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 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. [Exit SURLY. I will the heartlier go about it now, 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, 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. Never since eighty-eight could I abide them. VOL. II. in truth. 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. Kas. An admirable language! Is't not French? Kas. It goes like law-French; And that, they say, is the courtliest language. 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 Sur. Por el amor de dios, que es esto, que se tarda? Kas. Nay, see; she will not understand him! Gull! 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. Dol. Made up the two legs, and the fourth beast, That was Gog-north, and Egypt-south; which Was called Gog-iron-leg, and South-iron-leg- Dol. And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt, too. Then Egypt-clay-leg, and Gog-clay-leg. Mam. Why, have you so? Sub. It has stood still this half hour; And all the rest of our less works gone back. My lewd false drudge? Mam. Nay, good sir, blame not him; Believe me, 'twas against his will or knowledge. 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, Sub. This will retard Mam. Why, if it do, What remedy? but think it not, good father: Sub. As they were, [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- Dol. For, as he says, except We call the rabins, and the heathen Greeks Dol. To come from Salem, and from Athens, Enter FACE. Face. What's the matter, sir. Dol. To speak the tongue of Eber and Javan- Dol. We shall know nothing Face. Death, sir, We are undone. My master will hear! Face. Oh, we are lost. Now she hears him, 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! 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! Sub. How doth my noble Diego? And my dear madam countess? Hath the count 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. 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 |