SCENE V.

Subtle, Face, Dapper, Dol.

Subtle difguis'd like a priest of Fairy.

Sub. Is yet her grace's coufin 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 fenfes,
As he was bid, the Fairy queen difpenfes,
By me, this robe, the petticoat of fortune;
Which that he ftraight put on, fhe doth importune.
And though to fortune near be her petticoat,
Yet nearer is her fmock, the queen doth note:
And therefore, ev'n of that a piece fhe hath fent,
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 fhew 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, the 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 purfe)
As fhe would afk it: (handkerchiefs and all)

She

She cannot bid that thing, but he'll obey.
(If you have a ring about you, caft it off,
Or a filver feal at your wrift; her grace will fend
Her fairies here to fearch you, therefore deal
Directly with her highnefs. 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 tranfitory about you. (Bid Dol play mufick.) Look, the elves are come To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Advise you. [Dol enters with a cittern; they pinch him. Dap. "O, I have a paper with a fpur-ryal in't. Fac. Ti, ti.

They knew't, they fay.

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 confefs, they fay. Dap. O, O.

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

Dap. By this good light, I ha' nothing.

Sub. Ti, ti, ti, ti, to, ta. He does equivocate, the fays. Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da; and fwears 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.] Afpur al was a gold coin; and in the third of James I. it paffed for Efteen fhillings. They were first coined in Edward the IVth's

time.

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Of

12

Of gold about my wrift, that my love gave me 12;
And a leaden heart I wore fin' fhe forfook me.

Fac. I thought 'twas fomething. And would you inYour aunt's displeasure for these trifles? Come, [cur I had rather you had thrown away twenty half-crowns. You may wear your leaden heart ftill. 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 fuit. He must not be sent back.

Fac. O by no means.

What shall we do with this fame puffin here,

Now he's o' the spit ?

Sub. Why, lay him back awhile,

With fome device. Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, would her

I come. Help, Dol.

[grace fpeak with me?

Fac. Who's there? Sir Epicure,

[He speaks through the key-hole, the other knocking. My master's i' the way. Please you to walk

Three or four turns, 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 fee her grace.

Sub. She now is fet

At dinner in her bed, and fhe has fent you
From her own private trencher, a dead mouse,
And a piece of ginger-bread, to be merry withal,
And stay your ftomach, left you faint with fasting:

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

Yet

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

Fac. Sir, he fhall

Hold out, an 'twere this two hours, for her highness; I can affure you that. We will not lofe

All we ha' done

Sub. He must not fee, nor fpeak To any body, till then.

Fac. For that we'll put, fir,

A ftay in's mouth.

Sub. Of what?

Fac. Of gingerbread.

Make you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her grace
Thus far, fhall not now crincle for a little.
Gape fir, and let him fit you.

Sub. Where fhall we now

Bestow him?

Dol. I' the privy.

Sub. Come along, fir,

I now muft fhew you Fortune's privy lodgings.
Fac. Are they perfum'd, and his bath ready?
Sub. All.

Only the fumigation's fomewhat ftrong.

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

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Face, Mammon, Dol.

Fac. Sir, yo' are come i' the only fineft time —

Where's master?

Fac. Now preparing for projection, fir.

Your stuff will b' all chang'd fhortly.

Mam. Into gold?

Fac. To gold and filver, fir.

F 2

Mam.

Mam. Silver I care not for.

Fac. Yes, fir, a little to give beggars.

Mam. Where's the lady?

Fac. At hand here. I ha' told her fuch brave things Touching your bounty, and your noble spirit- [o'you, Mam. Haft thou?

Fac. As fhe is almost in her fit to see you. But, good fir, 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 fhould hear or fee you

Mam. Fear not.

Fac. The very house, fir,would run mad. You know it, How fcrupulous he is, and violent,

'Gainst the least act of fin. Phyfick, or mathematicks, Poetry, ftate, or bawd'ry, (as I told you)

She will endure, and never ftartle: but

No word of controverfy.

Mam. I am school'd, 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 felf, talk to her, all in gold;

Rain her as many fhowers as Jove did drops
Unto his Danae fhew the god a miser,

Compar'd with Mammon. What? the ftone will do't.
She fhall feel gold, tafte gold, hear gold, fleep gold:
Nay, we will concumbere gold. I will be puiffant,
And mighty in my talk to her. Here fhe comes.

Fac.