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And not be styl'd Dol Common, but Dol Proper,
Dol Singular : the longest cut at night,
Shall draw thee for his Dol Particular.

Sub. Who's that? one rings. To the windo', Dol;

pray heay'n,

The master do not trouble us this quarter.

Fac. O, fear not him. While there dies one a week
O the plague, he's safe, from thinking toward London.
Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now :
I had a letter from him. If he do,
He'll send such word, for airing o' the hour
As you shall have sufficient time to quit it: e,
Tho' we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter,

Sub. Who is it, Dol?
Dol. A fine young quodling'.

Fac. O,
My lawyers clerk, I lighted on last night
In Holborn, at the Dagger. He would have
(I told you of him) a familiar,
To rifle with at horses, and win cups,

Dol. O, let him in.
Sub. Stay. Who shall do't?

Fac. Get you
Your robes on : I will meet him, as going out.

Dol. And what shall I do?

Fac. Ngc be seen, away. Seem you very reserv’d.

Sub. Enough.

Faç. God bw' you, sir. I pray you let him know that I was here. His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but

9 Dol. A fine young QUODLING.) A quodling, or codlin ; metaphorically, a too soon ripe-headed young boy. By the same me. taphor below he is called a puffit.

Mr. UPTON,

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Dapper, Face, Subtle. Dap. Captain, I am here.

Fac. 10 Who's that ? he's come, I think, doctor, Good faith, sir, I was going away.

Dap. In truth,
I am very sorry, captain,

Fac. But I thought
Sure I should meet you.

Dap. I, I 'm very glad.
I had a scurvy writ or two to make,
And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's, and so was robb’d
Of my pass-time. Is this the cunning-man?

Fac. This is his worship.
Dap. Is he a doctor ?
Fac. Yes.
Dap. And ha' you broke with him, captain ?
Fac. I.
Dap. And how?

Fac. Faith, he does make the matter, fir, so dainty, I know not what to say

Dap. Not so, good captain.
Fac. Would I were fairly rid on it, believe me.
Dap. Nay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should

[you wish so? I dare assure you, I'll not be ungrateful.

Fac. I cannot think you will, lir. But the law

10 Fac. Who's that? be's come, I think, doctor.] The editions all agree in giving us the line in this manner ; but I cannot conceal my Tufpicion that it ought to be divided, the former part belonging to Subtle, and the latter part only to Face. If this conjecture be right, it hould stand thus ; Subt. Who's shat? Fac. He's come, I think, doctor.

Is such a thing and then he says, Read's matter
Falling so lately"

Dap. Read ? he was an ass,
And dealt, fir, with a fool.

Fac. It was a clerk, fir.
Dap. A clerk ?

Fac. Nay, hear me, fir, you know the law
Better, I think

Dap. I should, sir, and the danger. You know, I shew'd the statute to you.

Fac. You did so. Dap. And will I tell then ? By this hand of Aesh, Would it might never write good court-hand more, If I discover. What do you think of me, That I am a Chiause ?

Fac. What's that?

Dap. The Turk was, here
As one would say, do you think I am a Turk".

Fac. I'll tell the doctor fo.
Dap. Do, good sweet captain.

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And then he says, READ's matter Falling so lately,] In Rymer's Federa, vol. 16. p. 666. we meet with a pardon from James I. to the person here meant, for practis. ing the black art. “ Simon Read of St. George's Southwark, pro“ fessor of physic, who was indicted for the invocation of wicked

spirits, in order to find out the name of the person who had stole

371. 105. from Tobias Matthews of St. Mary Steynings in London." This was in 1608. There was also one Read probably the same person, who with one Jenkins stood suit with the college of phyficians in 1602, and was cast for practising without a licence.

12 As one would say, do you think I am a Turk.] Dapper makes a blundering kind of answer, highly in character, to Face's question. A choufe, to chouse, or put the chouse upon one, are expressions well known. The etymology of the word is not so easily ascertained ; that alluded to here, the reader may find in Skinner Mr. Upton. The Chiause, as Dr. Grey observes from Sir Paul Ricaut's State of the Turkish Empire, were reckoned in the number of their militia ; though their office was chiefly with relation to civil processes ; and they were in the nature of pursuivants, or ferjeants. Vol. III. B

Fau.

Fac. Come, noble doctor, pray thee let's prevail ; This is the gentleman, and he is no Chiause.

Sub. Captain, I have return'd you all my answer. I would do much sir, for your love-But this I neither may, nor can.

Fac. Tut, do not say so. You deal now with a noble fellow, doctor, One that will thank you richly, and h’ is no Chiaufe : Let that, sir, move you.

Sub. Pray you, forbear

Fac. He has
Four angels here---

Sub. You do me wrong, good fir.
Fac. Doctor, wherein? to tempt you with these spirits?

Sub. To tempt my art and love, sir, to my peril. 'Fore heav'n, I scarce can think you are my friend, That so would draw me to apparent danger.

Fac. I draw you? a horse draw you, and
You, and your flies together-

Dap. Nay, good captain.
Fac. That know no difference of men.
Sub. Good words, sir.

[bring you
Fac. Good deeds, sir, doctor dogs- meat*. 'Slight,
No cheating Clim o' the Cloughs", or Claribels,
That look as big as five-and-fifty, and Aush,
And spit out secrets like hot custard

• Fac. Good deeds, fir, doctor DOGS-MEAT.) The 4t0 of 1612, reads, doctor dogs-mouth,

Slight, I bring jou
No cheating CLIMO'THE CLOUGH,)
For he brought Adam Bell, and Clim of the Clough,

" And William a Cloudel-lee,
- Ts shoot with our Forester for forty marks,
And the Forester beat them all three."

See Pedigree, Education, &c. of Robin Hood, &c.
Collection of Old Ballads, vol. I. p. 67. 3d edit.

Dr. Grey. Cloughs in our old English, are rocks and broken mountains, what we now call cliffs.

Dap.

Dap. Captain.

Fac. Nor any melancholick under-fcribe,
Shall tell the vicar; but a special gentle,
That is the heir to forty marks a year,
Consorts with the small poets of the time,
Is the sole hope of his old grand-mother,
That knows the law, and writes you fix fair hands,
Is a fine clerk, and has his cyph'ring perfect,
Will take his oath o' the Greek Xenophon *,
If need be, in his pocket; and can court
His mistress out of Ovid.

Dap. Nay, dear captain.
Fac. Did you not tell me fo?

Dap. Yes, but I'ld ha' you
Use master doctor with some more respect.

Fac. Hang him, proud ftag, with his broad velvet head.
But for your sake, l’ld choak, e're I would change
An article of breath with such a puckfoist
Come, let's be gone.

Sub. Pray you let me speak with you.
Dap. His worship calls you, captain.

Fac. I am sorry
I e're imbark'd myself in such a business.

Dap. Nay, good sir, he did call you. Fac. Will he take then? Sub. First, hear me Fac. Not a syllable, 'less you take. Sub. Pray ye, firFac. Upon no terms, but an Assumpsit. Sub. Your humour must be law. (He takes the money. Fac. Why now, fir, talk. . Will take his oath othe Greek XENOPHON, If need be, in bis pocket.) The 4to has the Greek Teftament, which I should think the most eligible reading ; as it is probable the clerk might carry a testament about him, to administer oaths to his mast. er's clients. But Xenophon is the reading of the folio of 1616, whose authority prevents me from altering the present text.

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