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So poor, so wretched, when no living thing
Would keep thee company, but a spider, or worse?
Rais'd thee from brooms, and dust, and watring pots ?
Sublim'd thee, and exalted thee, and fix'd thee
l' the third region, callid our state of grace ?
Wrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with pains
Would twice have won me the philosopher's work?
Put thee in words and fashion, made thee fit
For more than ordinary fellowships?
Giv'n thee thy oaths, thy quarrelling dimensions ?
Thy rules to cheat at horse-race, cock-pit, cards,
Dice, or whatever gallant tincture else?
Made thee a second in mine own great art ?
And have I this for thanks ? do you rebel?
Do you fly out i' the projection?
Would you be gone now?

Dol. Gentlemen, what mean you?
Will you mar all ?

Sub. Slave, thou hadít had no name
Dol. Will you undo your felves with civil war ?

Sub. Never been known, past equi clibanum,
The heat of horse-dung, under ground, in cellars,
Or an ale-house darker than deaf John's, been loft
To all mankind, but laundresses and tapsters,
Had not I been.

Dol. Do you know who hears you, sovereign ?
Fac. Sirrah
Dol. Nay, general, I thought you were civil
Fac. I fall turn desperate, if you grow thus loud.
Sub. And hang thy self, I care not.

Fac. Hang thee, collier,
And all thy pots and pans, in picture, I will,
Since thou hast mov'd me.

Dol. (0, this ’ll o'erthrow all.)
Fac. Write thee up bawd in Paul's, have all thy



Of coz’ning with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings,
Searching for things loft, with a fieve and sheers,
Erecting figures in your rows of houses,
And taking in of shadows with a glass,
Told + in red letters; and a face cut for thee,
Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey's.

Dol. Are you sound?
Ha’ you your senses, mafters?

Fac. I will have
A book, but barely reckoning thy impoftures,
Shall prove a true philosophers stone, to printers.

Sub. Away, you trencher-rascal.
Fac. Out, you dog-leach,
The vomit of all prisons

Dol. Will you be
Your own destructions, gentlemen ?

Fac. Still spew'd out
For lying too heavy o' the baskets:


Have all thy tricks Of coz’ning with a hollow cole.) This alludes to a story in the Chanon's Yeman's tale, as told by Chaucer, v. 1180. This tale is a. Satire on the pretenders to alchemy, and the tricks they practised to cheat the ignorant and foolish.

4 And taking in of SHADOWS with a GLASS,

Told in RED LETTERS.) i. c. says Mr. Upton, letters written in blood; and he thinks it an allusion to a particular manner of divination with a glass, mentioned by the scholiaft of Aristophanes in Nub. v. 750. I rather apprehend it, an allusion to a practice fan miliar to the fortune-tellers of our author's days : and that these shadows were vifions taken by a beril, which is a kind of crystal, they had used to look into. Certain formulas of prayer were used before they made the inspection; these forms they termed a Call; and the person making the inspection, was ftyled the Speculator, Scryer, or Seer. As to the expression told in red letters, the meaning is, that he would have all those tricks juft mentioned printed in red letters, which would be apter to catch the eye of a paffenger than the common print. And it was customary at that time, to print the titles of their ballads, and vulgar tales, in red letters.

--- Still spew'd cut For lying too heavy o'tbe bakker.] i. e. for eating more than his Mare


Have yet

Sub. Cheater.
Fac. Bawd.
Sub. Cow-herd.
Fac. Conjurer.
Sub. Cut-purse.
Fac. Witch.

Dol. O me!
We are ruin'd! loft! ba' you no more regard
To your reputations? where's your judgment? 'flight,

yet some care of me, o'your republick Fac. Away, this brach. I'll bring thee, rogue, within The statute of forcery, tricesimo tertio Of Harry the eighth : 1, and (perhaps) thy neck Within a noose, for laundring gold, and barbing it. Dol. You'll bring your head within a cockscomb,

(will you? [She catches out Face's sword, and breaks Subile's glass. And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. 'Sdeath, you abominable pair of stinkards, Leave off your barking, and grow one again, Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats. I'll not be made a prey unto the marshal, For ne'er a snarling dog-bolt o' you both. Ha' you together cozen'd all this while, And all the world ? and shall it now be said, Yo’have made most courteous shift to cozen yourselves? You will accuse him ? you will bring him in Within the statute ? who shall take your word? A whoreson, upstart, apocryphal captain, Whom not a puritan in Black-friers will truft So much as for a feather! and you too Will give the cause, forsooth ? you will insult, And claim a primacy in the divisions ? You must be chief? as if you only had of the provisions collected, or sent in for the prisoners. In the last edition, these words are a continuation of Dol's speech, whereas they evidently belong to Face, to whom I have here restored them.


The powder to project with, and the work
Were not begun out of equality ?
The venter tripartite ? all things in common?
Without priority? 'Sdeath, you perpetual curs,
Fall to your couples again, and cozen kindly,
And heartily, and lovingly, as you should,
And lose not the beginning of a term,
Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too',
And take my part, and quit you.

Fac. 'Tis his fault,
He ever murmurs, and objects his pains,
And says, the weight of all lies upon him, ,

Sub. Why, so it does.

Dol. How does it? do not we Sustain our parts ?

Sub. Yes, but they are not equal.

Dol. Why, if your part exceed to-day, I hope
Ours may to-morrow match it.

Sub. I, they may.
Dol. May, murmuring mastiff! I, and do. Death

[on me! Help me to throttle him.

Sub. Dorothee, miftris Dorothee,
Ods precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean?

Dol. Because o' your fermentation and cibation?
Sub. Not I, by heaven
Dol. Your Sol and Luna - help me?,

Or, by this hand, I shall grow PACTIOUS too.) Dr. Grey questions the present reading, and thinks fractious, that is, quarrelsome, might have been the original word. I wou'd not deprive the reader of his ingenious conjecture, tho' I have not taken upon me to alter the text. And it seems confirmed by what Dol afterwards says 10 Subtle ;

To leave your faction, fir, “ And labour kindly in the common work." 7 Dol. Your Sol and Luna help me.] To rail and abuse him, as Mr. Upton says the phrase must here be understood. Or perhaps, to throttle him ; as ne now holds him faft by the collar,

I just before said so, and called for assistance.


Sub. Would I were hang'd then. I'll conform my self.
Dol. Will you, fir ? do so then, and quickly: swear.
Sub. What shall I swear?

Dol. To leave your faction, sir,
And labour kindly in the common work.

Sub. Let me not breathe, if I meant ought beside.
I only us'd those speeches as a spur
To him.

Dol. I hope we need no spurs, fir. Do we ?
Fac. 'Slid, prove to-day, who shall shark best.
Sub. Agreed.
Dol. Yes, and work close and friendly.

Sub. 'Slight, the knot

grow the stronger for this breach, with me.
Dol. Why, so, my good baboons ! Shall we go make
A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours,
(That scarce have smil'd cwice sin' the king came in)
A feast of laughter at our follies ? Rascals,
Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride,
Or you t’have but a hole to thrust your heads in,
For which you should pay ear-rents? No, agree.
And may Don Provost ride a feasting long,
In his old velvet jerkin and stain’d scarfs,
(My noble sovereign, and worthy general)
Ere we contribute a new crewel garter
To his mcft worsted worship,

Sub. Royal Dol!
Spoken like Claridiana, and thy self.

Fac. For which at fupper, thou shalt fit in triumph,


Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride,
Or you t' have but a hole to thrust your beads in,

For which you should pay e AR-RENT?] To see me ride. i. e. to see me carted as a bawd, and you, as a couple of rogues, to lose your ears in the pillory,

Mr. Upton.


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