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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 sometimes the orphans, that the breBought with their silver pence.

(thren Lov. What, those i' the cellar, The knight fir Mammon claims?

Ana. I do defie
The wicked Mammon, so do all the brethren.
Thou prophane man, I ask thee with what conscience
Thou canst advance that idol against us,
That have the seal ? were not the shillings numbred,
That made the pounds ? were not the pounds told out,
Upon the second day of the fourth week,
In the eighth month, upon the table dormant,
The year of the last patience of the saints,
Six hundred and ten ?

Lov. Mine earnest-vehement botcher,
And deacon also, I cannot dispute with you:
But if you get you not away the sooner,
I shall confute you with a cudgel.

Ana. Sir.
Tri. Be patient, Ananias.

Ana. I am strong,
And will stand up, well girt, against an hoft,
That threaten Gad in exile.

Lov. I shall send you
To Amsterdam to your cellar.

Ana. I will pray there,
Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls,
And wasps and hornets breed beneath thy roof,
This seat 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,

[To the parfox
And satisfy him ; tell him all is done:
He staid too long a washing of his face.
The doctor, he shall hear of hiin at Weft-chefter
And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth, or
Some good port-town else, lying for a wind.
If you can get off the angry child, now, fir-
Kaf. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd moft
sweetly, ha' you not ?

(To bis fifter, Did not I say, 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 toure you, now, Death, mun' you marry with a pox?

Lov, You lie, boy;
As sound 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 ? (rah

Kaf. God's light!
This is a fine old boy, as e'er I faw!

Lov. What do you change your copy now? proceed, Here stands my dove : stoop at her if .

Kaf.'Slight, I must love him! I cannot chuse, i'faith!
An' i should be hang'd for't. Suster, I proteft,
I honour thee for this match.

Lov. O, do you so, fir?
Kaf. Yes, an' thou canst take tobacco, and drink, old

[boy, I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage,

9 Away you Harry Nicholas, do you talk?] This fellow was a horrid enthusiast, and author of the sect called the Ramily of Love. Sec 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, still used in the west of England.

Than

you dare.

Than her own state.

Lov. Fill a pipe full, Jeremy.
Fac. Yes, but go in, and take it, sir.

Lov. We will.
I will be ruld by thee in any thing, Jeremy.

Kaf. Slight, thou artļnot hide-bound! thou art a jovy Come let's in, I pr’y thee, and take our whiffs. [boy ;

L02. Whiff in with your sister, brother boy. That
That had receiv'd such happiness by a servant, [master
In such a widow, and with so much wealth,
Were very ungrateful, if he would not be
A little indulgent to that servant's wit,
And help his fortune, though with some small strain
Of his own candour. Therefore, gentlemen,
And kind spectators, if I have outstript
An old man's gravity, or strict canon, think
What a young wife, and a good brain may do :
Stretch age's truth sometimes, and crack it too.
Speak for thy self, 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

self 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 last scene,

Yetmas DECORUM.] i. e. suitable 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 so too.

CATILINE

CAT I L I N E

HIS

CONSPIRA C Y.

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TRA G E DY.

Acted in the Year 1611,

By the KING's Majesty's SERVANT S.

With the Allowance of the Master of Revels.

His non plebecula gaudet:
Verùm equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure voluptas
Omnis, ad incertos oculos, & gaudia vana.

Hor:

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