Now I dare hear you with mine honour. Speak. Fac. No whispering. Sub. 'Fore heav'n, you do not apprehend the lofs You do your felf in this. Fac. Wherein? for what? Sub. Marry, to be fo importunate for one, That, when he has it, will undo you all : He'll win up all the money i' the town. Fac. How! Sub. Yes, and blow up gamefter after gamefter, As they do crackers in a puppet play. If I do give him a familiar, Give you him all you play for; never set him: Fac. You are mistaken, doctor: Why, he does afk one but for cups and horfes, Dap. Yes, captain, I would have it for all games. Fac. 'Slight, that's a new business! I understood you, a tame bird, to fly Dap. I, 'tis true, fir; But I do think now I shall leave the law, Fac. Why, this changes quite the cafe! Dap. If you please, fir; All's one to him, I fee. Fac. What! for that money? I cannot with my confcience: nor should you Dap. No, fir, I mean To To add confideration. Fac. Why then, fir, I'll try. Say that it were for all games, doctor? That is a gaming mouth, conceive me. Fac. Indeed! Sub. He'll draw you all the treasure of the realm, If it be fet him. Fac. Speak you this from art? Sub. I, fir, and reafon too, the ground of art. H' is o' the only beft complexion, The queen of Fairy loves. Fac. What! is he! Sub. Peace. He'll over-hear you. Sir, fhould fhe but fee himFac. What? Sub. Do not you tell him. Fac. Will he win at cards too? Sub. The fpirits of dead Holland, living Ifaac 14, You'ld fwear, were in him; fuch a vigorous luck As cannot be refifted. 'Slight, he'll put Six o' your gallants to a cloke, indeed. Fac. A ftrange fuccefs, that fome man fhall be born to! Sub. He hears you, man Dap. Sir, I'll not be ingrateful. Fac. Faith, I have confidence in his good nature: You hear, he fays he will not be ingrateful. Sub. Why as you pleafe; my venture follows yours. Fac. Troth, do it, doctor; think him trusty, and make him. 14 Sub. The fpirits of dead HOLLAND, hving ISAAC, You'ld fwear, were in him.] The context leads us to imagine thefe were lucky gameflers, and perfons well known at ordinaries, and places of the like refort; though 'tis poffible the poet may allude to the two famous chemists aac, and John Ifaac Hollandus, who flourished about this time, and wrote feveral treatifes on Alchemy. | ལ མང & 22 The ALCHEMIST. He may make us both happy in an hour; Fac. And you fhall, fir. You have heard all? Dap. No, what was't? Nothing, I fir. Fac. Nothing? Dap. A little, fir. Fac. Well, a rare star Reign'd at your birth. Dap. At mine, fir? No. Fac. The doctor Swears that you are [Face takes him aside. Sub. Nay, captain, you'll tell all now. Believe it, no fuch matter Fac. Yes, and that Yo' were born with a cawl o' your head. Dap. Who fays fo? Fac. Come, You know it well enough, though you diffemble it. Fac. How! Swear by your fac? and in a thing so known I'll win ten thousand pound, and fend you half. Sub. No, no, he did but jeft. Fac. Go to. Go thank the doctor. He's your friend, To take it fo. Dap. I thank his worship. Fac. So: Another Another angel. Dap. Mult I? Fac. Muft you? 'flight, What else is thanks? will you be trivial? doctor, Dap. Shall I not ha' it with me? Sub. O, good fir! There muft a world of ceremonies pass, Fac. Not, if fhe danc'd, to-night. Fac. Did you never see Her royal grace yet? Dap. Whom?' Fac. Your aunt of Fairy 1? Sub. Not fince fhe kift him in the cradle, captain; I can refolve you that. Fac. Well, fee her grace, Whate'er it cost you, for a thing that I know. However, fee her. If you can fee her. You are made, believe it, Her grace is a lone woman, And very rich; and if fhe take a phant'fie, She will do ftrange things. See her, at any hand. 'Slid, the may hap to leave you all she has ! It is the doctor's fear. Dap. How will't be done then? Fac. Let me alone, take you no thought. Do you But fay to me, captain, I'll fee her grace. Dap. Captain, I'll fee her grace. Fac. Enough. 15 Did you never fee Her royal grace yet? Dap. Whom? your aunt of Fairy] Here is a mistake in the laft fpeech; your aunt of Fairy belongs to Face, and is the proper reply to Dapper's queftion. The perfons are fo ordered in the folio of 1616. Sub. Who's there? [One knocks without Anon. (Conduct him forth by the back way.) cry hum Thrice, and then buz as often; and then come. Dap. I warrant you. Fac. Well then, away. 'Tis but your bestowing Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's fervants, SCENE III. Subtle, Drugger, Face. Sub. Come in (good wives, I pray you forbear me Troth I can do you no good till after-noon) [now: What is your name, fay you? Abel Drugger? Dru. This, an't please your worship; |