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Subtle, Face, Dapper, Dol.
Subtle disguis'd like a priest of Fairy.
Sub. Is yet her grace's cousin come?
Fac. He is come.
Sub. And is he fafting?
Fac. Yes.
Sub. And hath cry'd hum?
Fac. Thrice, you must answer.
Dap. Thrice.
Sub. And as oft buz ?
Fac. If you have, say.
Dap. I have.

Sub. Then, to her cuz,
Hoping that he hath vinegar'd his senses,
As he was bid, the Fairy queen dispenses,
By me, this robe, the petticoat of fortune ;
Which that he straight put on, she doth importune.
And though to fortune near be her petticoat,
Yet nearer is her smock, the queen doth note :
And therefore, ev’n of that a piece she hath sent,
Which, being a child, to wrap him in was rent;
And prays him for a scarf he now will wear it
(With as much love as then her grace did tear it)
About his eyes, to shew he is fortunate.

[They blind him with a rag.
And, trusting unto her to make his state,
He'll throw away all worldly pelf about him ;
Which that he will perform, she doth not doubt him.

Fac. She need not doubt him, fir. Alas, he has nothing,
But what he will part withal as willingly,
Upon her graces word (throw away your purse)
As she would ask it : (handkerchiefs and all)

She

To pinch you,

She cannot bid that thing, but he'll obey.
(If you have a ring about you, cast it off,
Or a silver seal at your wrist ; her grace will send
Her fairies here to search you, therefore deal
Directly with her highness. If they find
That you conceal a mite, you are undone.)

(He throws away, as they bid him.
Dap. Truly, there's all.
Fac. All what?
Dap. My money ; truly.

Fac. Keep nothing that is transitory about you.
(Bid Dol play musick.) Look, the elves are come

if
you

tell not truth. Advise you.

[Dol enters with a cittern ; they pinch bim, Dap. "O, I have a paper with a spur-ryal in't.

Fac. Ti, ci.
They knew't, they say.

Sub. Ti, ti, ti, ti, he has more yet.
Fac. Ti, ti-ti-ti. I'the other pocket?

Sub. Titi, titi, titi, titi, titi.
They must pinch him, or he will never confess, they say.

Dap. O, o.

Fac. Nay, pray you hold. He is her grace's nephew.
Ti, ti, ti ? what care you? good faith, you shall care,
Deal plainly, sir, and same the fairies. Shew
You are innocent.

Dap. By this good light, I ha' nothing.
Sub. Ti, ti, ti,

ti, to, ca. He does equivocate, she says. Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da; and swears by the light

[when he is blinded. Dap. By this good dark, I ha' nothing but a half

(crown

" Dap. O, I have a paper with a SPUR-RYAL in 't.) A Spurs al was a gold coin ; and in the third of James I. it passed for Efteen Shillings. They were first coined in Edward the IVth's time. Vol. III. r

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Of gold about my wrist, that my love gave me ";
And a leaden heart I wore sinshe forsook me.

Fac. I thought 'twas something. And would you in : Your aunt's displeasure for these trifles ? Come, [cur I had rather you had thrown away twenty half-crowns. You may wear your leaden heart still. How now?

Sub. What news, Dol ?
Dol. Yonder's your knight, sir Mammon.

Fac. Gods lid, we never thought of him till now. Where is he?

Dol. Here hard by. H'is at the door.

Sub. And you are not ready now? Dol, get his suit. He must not be sent back.

Fac. O by no means.
What shall we do with this same puffin here,
Now he's o' the spit ?

Sub. Why, lay him back awhile,
With some device. Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, would her

(grace speak with me? I come. Help, Dol. Fac. Who's there? Sir Epicure,

(He speaks through the key-bole, the other knocking.
My master's i' the way. Please you to walk
Three or four curns, but till his back be turn'd,
And I am for you. Quickly, Dol.

Sub. Her grace
Commends her kindly to you, master Dapper.

Dap. I long to see her grace.

Sub. She now is set
At dinner in her bed, and she has sent

you
From her own private trencher, a dead mouse,
And a piece of ginger-bread, to be merry withal,
And stay your stomach, left you faint with fasting:

-I ha' nothing but a half-crown

Of gold.] Crowns in filver were not coined till Henry VIIIth's cime, nor common till the reign of Edward VI.

Yet

Yet if you could hold out till she saw you (she says) It would be better for you.

Fac. Sir, he shall Hold out, an 'twere this two hours, for her highness; I can assure you that.

that. We will not lose All we ha' done

Sub. He must not see, nor speak To any body, till then.

Fac. For that we'll put, sir, A stay in's mouth.

Sub. Of what?

Fac. Of gingerbread.
Make you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her grace
Thus far, shall not now crincle for a little.
Gape sir, and let him fit you.

Sub. Where shall we now
Bestow him?

Dol. I'the privy.

Sub. Come along, sir,
I now must shew you Fortune's privy lodgings.

Fac. Are they perfum'd, and his bath ready?

Sub. All.
Only the fumigation's somewhat strong.

Fac. Sir Epicure, I am yours, sir, by and by.

A CT IV. SCE N E I.

Face, Mammon, Dol.
Fac. Sir, yo’ are come i' the only finest time

Mam. Where's master ?
Fac. Now preparing for projection, sir.
Your stuff will 6 all chang'd shortly.

Mam. Into gold ?
Fac. To gold and silver, fir.
F 2

Mam, .

Mam. Silver I care not for.
Fac. Yes, sir, a little to give beggars.
Mam. Where's the lady?

Fac. At hand here. I ha' told her such brave things Touching your bounty, and your noble spirit- [o'you,

Mam. Hast thou ?
Fac. As she is almost in her fit to see

you. But, good sir, no divinity i' your conference, For fear of putting her in rage

Mam. I warrant thee.

Fac. Six men will not hold her down. And then If the old man should hear or see you

Mam. Fear not.

Fac.The very house, fir, would run mad. You know it, How scrupulous he is, and violent, 'Gainst the least act of fin. Physick, or mathematicks, Poetry, state, or bawd’ry, (as I told you) She will endure, and never startle : but No word of controversy.

Mam. I am schoold, good Ulen.

Fac. And you must praise her house, remember that, And her nobility.

Mam. Let me alone :
No herald, no, nor antiquary, lungs,
Shall do it better. Go.

Fac. Why, this is yet
A kind of modern happiness, to have
Dol Common for a great lady.

Mam. Now, Epicure,
Heighten thy self, talk to her, all in gold ;
Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops
Unto his Danae : shew the god a miser,
Compar'd with Mammon. What ? the stone will do't.
She shall feel gold, taste gold, hear gold, seep gold :
Nay, we will concumbere gold. I will be puissant,
And mighty in my talk to her. Here she comes.

Fac.

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