And the tobacco ?

Sub. Yes.

Fac. Give me the keys.

Del. Why you the keys!

Sub No matter, Dol: because

We shall not open 'em, before he comes.

Fac. 'Tis true, you fhall not open them, indeed:
Nor have 'em forth. Do you fee? not forth, Dol.
Del. No!
[master
Fac. No, my fmock-rampant. The right is, my
Knows all, has pardon'd me, and he will keep 'em;
Doctor, 'tis true (you look) for all your figures":
I fent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners,
Both he, and fhe, be fatisfied: for here
Determines the indenture tripartite,

'Twixt Subtle, Dol and Face. All I can do
Is to help you over the wall, o' the back-fide;
Or lend you a fheet to fave your velvet gown, Dol.
Here will be officers prefently, bethink you

Of fome course fuddenly to 'fcape the dock:

For thither you will come elfe. Hark you, thunder. [Some knock.

Sub. You are a precious fiend!

Off. Open the door.

Fac. Dol, I am forry for thee i'faith. But hearst thou? It fhall go hard, but I will place thee somewhere : Thou shalt ha' my letter to mistress Amo..

Dol. Hang you —

Fac. Or madam Cæfarean 7.

Dol.

6 Doctor, 'tis true (YOU LOOK) for all your figures.] i, e. You look

to that

I wrote on the margin of my book,

Dollor, 'tis true (look you) for all your figures.

Mr. UPTOR. This correction of Mr. Upton is eafy and ingenious, but I judge unneceflary: you look, means you look jurprized, and feem unwilling to believe it. A fimilar expreflion occurs at the conclufion of the Silent avoman ; "How now, gentlemen! do you look at me.” 7 Thou shalt ba' my letter to mifirefs Amo. Dol. Hang you Fac. Or madam CESAREAN.] The names of two bawds in our

poet's

Let's know where you fet up next: I'll fend you
A customer, now and then, for old acquaintance:
What new course ha' you?

Sub. Rogue, I'll hang my felf:

That I may walk a greater devil than thou,
And haunt thee i' the flock-bed, and the buttery.

Love-wit, Officers, Mammon, Surly, Face, Kaftril, Ananias, Tribulation, Drugger, Dame Pliant.

Lov. What do you mean, my masters ?
Mam. Open your door,

Cheaters, bawds, conjurers.

Off. Or we'll break it open.

Lov. What warrant have you?

Off. Warrant enough, fir, doubt not,

If you'll not open it.

Lov. Is there an officer, there?

Off. Yes, two or three for failing.
Lov. Have but patience,
And I will open it straight.

Fac. Sir, ha' you done?

Is it a marriage? perfect?
Lov. Yes, my brain.

Fac. Off with your ruff and cloke then; be your

Sur. Down with the door.

Kaf. 'Slight, ding it open 3.

[felf, fir.

poet's time the laft feems to be mentioned in his epigrams;

:

"And madam Cefar, great Proferpina,

"Is now from home,"

The Voyage.

She is called madam Augufla at the beginning of this play; the 4to calls her madam Imperial.

8 'Slight, DING it open.] Break it open. Ding is ufed in the Scotch poets in the fame fenfe; and as Mr. Upton also says, it is yet fo used in the weft of England.

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Lov.

Lov. Hold,

Hold gentlemen, what means this violence?
Mam. Where is this collier?

Sur. And my captain Face?

Mam. Thefe day-owls.

Sur. That are birding in mens purfes.
Mam. Madam fuppofitory.

Kaf. Doxy, my fifter.

Ana. Locufts

Of the foul pit.

Tri. Prophane as Bel and the dragon:

[Egypt. Ana. Worfe than the grafhoppers, or the lice of Lov. Good gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers, And cannot stay this violence?

Off. Keep the peace.

Lov. Gentlemen, what is the matter? whom do you

Mam. The chemical cozener.

Sur. And the captain pander.

Kaf. The nun my fufter.

Mam. Madam Rabbi.

Ana. Scorpions,

And caterpillars.

Lov. Fewer at once, I

pray you.

[feek?

Off. One after another, gentlemen, I charge you,

By virtue of my staff

Ana. They are the veffels

Of pride, luft, and the cart.

Lov. Good zeal, lie ftill,

A little while.

Tri. Peace, deacon Ananias.

Lov. The house is mine here, and the doors are open: If there be any fuch perfons as you feek for, Ufe your authority, fearch on o' God's name: I am but newly come to town, and finding This tumult 'bout my door (to tell you true) It fomewhat maz'd me; 'till my man, here, (fearing My more displeasure) told me he had done

Some

Somewhat an infolent part, let out my house
(Belike, prefuming on my known averfion

From any air o' the town, while there was fickness)
To a doctor, and a captain: who, what they are,
Or where they be, he knows not.

Mam. Are they gone?

[They enter. Lov. You may go in and fearch, fir. Here, I find The empty walls worfe than 1 left 'em, fmok'd, A few crack'd pots, and glaffes, and a fornace; The ceiling fill'd with poefies of the candle: And madam, with a dildo, writ o' the walls. Only one gentlewoman, I met here, That is within, that faid fhe was a widow

Kaf. I, that's my fufter. I'll go thump her. Where

[is fhe? Lov. And fhould ha' married a Spanish count, but he, When he came to't, neglected her fo grofly,

That I, a widower, am gone through with her.
Sur. How! have I loft her then?

Lov. Were you the don, fir?

Good faith, now, fhe do's blame yo' extremely, and fays
You swore, and toid her, you had ta'en the pains
To dye your beard, and umbre o'er your face,
Borrowed a fuit, and ruff, all for her love;
And then did nothing. What an over fight,
And want of putting forward, fir, was this!'
Well fare an old harquebuzier, yet,

Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit,
All in a twinkling.

Mam. The whole neft are fled!

Lov. What fort of birds were they?

Mam. A kind of choughs,

[Mammon comes forth.

Or thievish daws, fir, that have pickt my purse

Of eight-fcore and ten pounds, within these five weeks, Befide my first materials; and my goods,

That lie i'the cellar, which I am glad they ha' left,

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I may

I may have home yet.

Lov. Think you so, fir?

Mam. I.

Lov. By order of law, fir, but not otherwise.
Mam. Not mine own ftuff?

Lov. Sir, I can take no knowledge,
That they are yours, but by public means.

If you can bring certificate, that you were gull'd of 'em, Or any formal writ out of a court,

That you did cozen your felf, I will not hold them. Mam. I'll rather lofe 'em.

Lov. That you shall not, fir,

By me, in troth. Upon thefe terms they are yours. What, should they ha' been, fir, turn'd into gold all? Mam. No,

I cannot tell. It may be they fhould. What then? Lov. What a great lofs in hope have you fuftain'd? Mam. Not I, the common-wealth has.

Fac. I, he would ha' built

The city new; and made a ditch about it

Of filver, fhould have run with cream from Hogfden;
That every funday in Moor-fields, the younkers,
And tits, and tom-boys should have fed on, gratis.
Mam. I will go mount a turnep-cart, and preach
The end o' the world, within thefe two months. Surly,
What! in a dream?

Sur. Muft I needs cheat my self,

With that fame foolish vice of honefty!

Come, let us go, and hearken out the rogues.
That Face I'll mark for mine, if e'er I meet him.
Fac. If I can hear of him, fir, I'll bring you word,
Unto your lodging; for in troth, they were ftrangers
To me, I thought 'em honeft as my felf, fir.

[They come forth. Tri. 'Tis well, the faints fhall not lofe all yet. Go,

And get fome carts