Love. For what, my zealous friends?

Ana. To bear away the portion of the righteous Out of this den of thieves.

Lov. What is that portion?

Ana. The goods fometimes the orphans, that the breBought with their filver pence.

Lov. What, those i' the cellar,

The knight fir Mammon claims ?

Ana. I do defie

The wicked Mammon, so do all the brethren.

[thren

Thou prophane man, I ask thee with what confcience Thou canft advance that idol against us,

That have the feal? were not the fhillings numbred,
That made the pounds? were not the pounds told out,
Upon the fecond day of the fourth week,

In the eighth month, upon the table dormant,
The year of the last patience of the faints,
Six hundred and ten?

Lov. Mine earneft vehement botcher,
And deacon alfo, I cannot difpute with you:
But if you get you not away the fooner,
I fhall confute you with a cudgel.

Ana. Sir.

Tri. Be patient, Ananias.

Ana. I am strong,

And will stand up, well girt, against an host,
That threaten Gad in exile.

Lov. I fhall fend you

To Amfterdam to your

Ana. I will pray there,

cellar.

Against thy houfe: may dogs defile thy walls,
And wafps and hornets breed beneath thy roof,
This feat of falfhood, and this cave of coz'nage.
Lov. Another too?

Dru. Not I, fir, I am no brother.

[Drugger enters, and be beats him away. I 4

Lov.

Lov. Away you Harry Nicholas, do you talk?
Fac: No, this was Abel Drugger. Good fir, go,

And fatisfy him; tell him all is done:
He ftaid too long a washing of his face.

To the par fou

The doctor, he fhall hear of hiin at Weft-chefter;
And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth, or
Some good port-town elfe, lying for a wind.
If you can get off the angry child, now, fir

Kaf. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd moft fweetly, ha' you not?

[To bis fifter Did not I fay, I would never ha' you tupt

But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a lady-tom? 'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could toufe you, naw, Death, mun' you marry with a pox?

Lov. You lie, boy;

As found as you: and I'm aforehand with you.
Kaf. Anon?

Lov. Come, will you quarrel? I will feize you, firWhy do you not buckle to your tools?

Kaf. God's light!

This is a fine old boy, as e'er I faw!

[rah 12.

Lov. What do you change your copy now? proceed, Here stands my dove: ftoop at her if you dare. Kaf.'Slight, I must love him! I cannot chuse, i'faith! An' I should be hang'd for't. Sufter, I proteft, I honour thee for this match.

Lov. O, do you fo, fir?

Kaf. Yes, an' thou canft take tobacco, and drink, old [boy, I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage,

See

9 Away you Harry Nicholas, do you talk ?] This fellow was a horrid enthufiaft, and author of the fect called the Family of Love. STRYPE'S Annals of Queen Elizabeth, ad vol. p. 508.

Dr. GREY.

10 I will FEIZE you, firrab,] I'll drive you the word is common in our old authors, and, as Mr. Upton adds, ftill used in the west of England.

Than

Than her own state.

Lov. Fill a pipe full, Jeremy.

Fac. Yes, but go in, and take it, fir.
Lov. We will.

I will be rul'd by thee in any thing, Jeremy.

Kaf. Slight, thou art not hide-bound! thou art a jovy
Come let's in, I pr'y thee, and take our whiffs. [boy;
Lon. Whiff in with your fifter, brother boy. That
That had receiv'd fuch happiness by a fervant, [master
In fuch a widow, and with so much wealth,
Were very ungrateful, if he would not be
A little indulgent to that fervant's wit,

And help his fortune, though with fome small strain
Of his own candour. Therefore, gentlemen,
And kind spectators, if I have outstript
An old man's gravity, or ftrict canon, think
What a young wife, and a good brain may do :
Stretch age's truth fometimes, and crack it too.
Speak for thy felf, knave,

Fac. So I will, fir. Gentlemen,
My part a little fell in this last scene,

Yet 'twas decorum ". And though I am clean
Got off from Subtle, Surly, Mammon, Dol,
Hot Ananias, Dapper, Drugger, all
With whom I traded; yet I put my felf
On you that are my country: and this pelf,
Which I have got, if you do quit me, rests
To feast you often, and invite new guests.

My part a little fell in this laft fcene,

Yet tavas DECOR UM.] i. e. fuitable to the decorum of character. The catastrophe of the play is well managed, and the discovery of the whole not injudiciously contrived. Our poet could not help telling his audience he thought fo too.

CATILINE

CATILINE

HIS

CONSPIRACY.

A

TRAGEDY.

Acted in the Year 1611,

By the KING's Majesty's SERVANTS.

With the Allowance of the Mafter of REvels.

His non plebecula gaudet:

Verùm equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure voluptas
Omnis, ad incertos oculos, & gaudia vana.

HOR.