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And not be ftyl'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 heav'n,

The mafter 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. Befide, he's bufy at his hop-yards now:

I had a letter from him. If he do,

He'll fend fuch word, for airing o' the houf
As you shall have fufficient 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 horfes, and win cups,

Dol. O, let him in.

Sub. Stay. Who fhall do't?

Fac. Get you

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

Dol. And what shall I do?

Fac. Not be feen, away.

Seem you very reserv❜d.
Sub. Enough.

Fac. God b'w' you, fir.

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 foon ripe-headed young boy. By the fame metaphor below he is called a puffin.

Mr. UPTON.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Dapper, Face, Subtle.

Dap. Captain, I am here.

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

Dap. In truth,

I am very forry, 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 laft night to one
That dines to-day at the fheriff's, and fo 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, fo dainty,

I know not what to fay

Dap. Not fo, good captain.

Fac. Would I were fairly rid on it, believe me.

Dap. Nay, now you grieve me, fir.

Why fhould [you wish fo?

I dare affure you, I'll not be ungrateful.
Fac. I cannot think you will, fir. 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 fufpicion 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 should ftand thus ;

Subt. Who's that? Fac. He's come, I think, doctor.

Is fuch a thing

Falling fo lately "

and then he says, Read's matter

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. Ifhould, fir, and the danger.

You know, I fhew'd the ftatute to you.

Fac. You did fo.

Dap. And will I tell then? By this hand of flesh, Would it might never write good court-hand more, If I discover. What do think of me,

That I am a Chiause?

Fac. What's that?

you

Dap. The Turk was, here

As one would fay, do you think I am a Turk ".
Fac. I'll tell the doctor fo.

Dap. Do, good fweet captain.

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Falling fo lately,] In Rymer's Fadera, vol. 16. p. 666. we meet with a pardon from James I. to the perfon here meant, for practifing the black art. "Simon Read of St. George's Southwark, pro"feffor of phyfic, who was indicted for the invocation of wicked

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fpirits, in order to find out the name of the perfon who had stole "37/. 10s. from Tobias Matthews of St. Mary Steynings in London." This was in 1608. There was alfo one Read probably the fame perfon, who with one Jenkins ftood fuit with the college of phyficians in 1602, and was caft for practising without a licence.

12 As one would say, do you think I am a Turk.] Dapper makes a blundering kind of anfwer, highly in character, to Face's question. A choufe, to choufe, or put the chouse upon one, are expressions well known. The etymology of the word is not fo eafily ascertained; that alluded to here, the reader may find in Skinner. Mr. UPTON. The Chiaufe, as Dr. Grey obferves 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 proceffes; and they were in the nature of purfuivants, or ferjeants. B

VOL. III.

Fac.

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

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

Fac. Tut, do not fay fo.

You deal now with a noble fellow, doctor,
One that will thank you richly, and h' is no Chiaufe :
Let that, fir, 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, fir, to my peril. 'Fore heav'n, I fcarce can think you are my friend, That fo would draw me to apparent danger.

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

Dap. Nay, good captain.

Fac. That know no difference of men.

Sub. Good words, fir.

[bring you

Fac. Good deeds, fir, doctor dogs- meat". "Slight, I No cheating Clim o' the Cloughs ", or Claribels, That look as big as five-and-fifty, and flush, And fpit out fecrets like hot cuftard

Fac. Good deeds, fir, doctor DOGS-MEAT.] The 4to of 1612, reads, doctor dogs-mouth.

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~~ 'Slight, I bring you

No cheating CLIM O' THE CLOUGH,]

"For he brought Adam Bell, and Clim of the Clough,
"And William a Cloudel-lee,

"Ta fhoot with our Forefter for forty marks,
"And the Forefter 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 fpecial gentle,
That is the heir to forty marks a year,
Conforts with the fmall poets of the time,
Is the fole 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 fome more respect.

Fac. Hang him, proud ftag, with his broad velvet head. But for your fake, I'ld choak, e're I would change An article of breath with fuch a puckfoift

Come, let's be gone.

Sub. Pray you let me fpeak with you.
Dap. His worship calls you, captain.
Fac. I am forry

I e're imbark'd myfelf in fuch a bufinefs.
Dap. Nay, good fir, he did call you.
Fac. Will he take then?

Sub. First, hear me

Fac. Not a fyllable, 'lefs you take.

Sub. Pray ye, fir

Fac. Upon no terms, but an Affumpfit.

Sub. Your humour must be law. [He takes the money. Fac. Why now, fir, talk.

* Will take his oath o' the Greek XENOPHON,

If need be, in bis pocket.] The 4to has the Greek Teftament, which I fhould think the most eligible reading; as it is probable the clerk might carry a teftament about him, to adminifter oaths to his mafter's clients. But Xenophon is the reading of the folio of 1616, whofe authority prevents me from altering the prefent text.

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