Face. Yet farther; you are too near yet. Love. I' the name of wonder, what means the fellow? Face. The house, sir, has been visited. Love. Stand thou then farther. Face. No, sir, I had it not. Love. Who had it then? I left None else but thee i' the house. Face. Yes, sir, my fellow, The cat that kept the buttery, had it on her Love. How ! Face. Purposing then, sir, 80 T' have burnt rose-vinegar, treacle, and tar, Love. Why, this is stranger I The neighbours tell me all here, that the doors Have still been open Face. How, sir! Love. Gallants, men, and women, And of all sorts, tag-rag, been seen to flock here Face. Sir, Their wisdoms will not say so! Love. To-day, they speak Of coaches and gallants; one in a French hood In a velvet gown at the window; divers more Pass in and out. Face. They did pass thro' the doors then, ICO Or walls, I assure their eye-sights, and their spectacles; For here, sir, are the keys, and there have been, In this my pocket, now above twenty days. "And for before, I kept the fort alone there. "But that 'tis not yet deep i' the afternoon, "I should believe my neighbours had seen double "Thro' the black pot, and made these apparitions:" For, on my faith to your worship, for these three weeks, And upwards, the door has not been open'd. Love. Strange Nei. Good faith, I think I saw a coach. And but one coach ? 4 Nei. We cannot tell, sir; Jeremy Face. Did you see me at all? I Nei. No; that we are sure on. Love. Fine rogues to have your testimonies built on ! Re-enter 3 Neighbour. 3 Nei. Is Jeremy come? 1 Nei. Oh, yes; you may leave your tools; Love. Peace, and get hence, you changelings. 120 And Mammon made acquainted! They'll tell all. How shall I beat them off? What shall I do? Nothing's more wretched than a guilty conscience. Enter SURLY and MAMMON. Sur. No, sir, he was a great physician. This, It was no bawdy-house, but a mere chancel. You knew the lord and his sister. Mam. Nay, good Surly Sur. The happy word, Be rich- Sur. Should be to-day pronounc'd to all your friends. And where be your andirons now, and your brasspots, That should ha' been golden flaggons, and great wedges? Mam. Let me but breathe. What! they ha' shut their doors, Methinks. Sur. Ay, now, 'tis holy-day with them. Cozeners, impostors, bawds! 140 Face. What mean you, sir? [Mam. and Surly knock. Mam. To enter, if we can. Face. Another man's house! Here is the owner, sir; turn to him, And speak your business. Mam. Are you, sir, the owner? Love. Yes, sir. Mam. And are those knaves within your cheaters? Love, What knaves, what cheaters : Mam. Subtle, and his Lungs. Face. The gentleman is distracted, sir. No lungs Nor lights ha' been seen here these three weeks, sir; Within these doors, upon my word. Sur. Your word! Groom arrogant. Face. Yes, sir; I am the housekeeper, And know the keys ha' not been out o' my hands. 160 Sur. This's a new Face. Face. You do mistake the house, sir. What sign was❜t at ? Sur. You rascal! This is one O' the confederacy. Come, let's get officers, And force the door. Love. Pray you, stay, gentlemen. Sur. No, sir, we'll come with warrant. Mam. Ay, and then We shall ha' your doors open. [Exeunt Sur. and Mam. Love. What means this? Face. I cannot tell, sir. 1 Nei. These are two o' the gallants, That we do think we saw. Face. Two of the fools! You talk as idly as they. Good faith, sir, I think the moon hath craz'd them all!—Oh, me, Enter KASTRIL. Kas. What rogues, bawds, slaves! you'll open the [Kastril knocks. door anon. Punk, cockatrice, my suster. By this light Face. Who would you speak with, sir? 281 Kas. The bawdy doctor, and the cozening captain, And puss, my suster. Love. This is something, sure! Face. Upon my trust, the doors were never open, sir. Kas. I have heard all their tricks told me twice over, By the fat knight, and the lean gentleman. Love. Here comes another. Face. Ananias too! And his pastor! Enter ANANIAS and TRIBULATION. [Aside. Ana. Come forth, you seed of sulphur, sons of fire; Your stench is broke forth: abomination Is in the house. Kas. Ay, my suster's there. Ana. The place Is become a cage of unclean birds. Kas. Yes I will fetch the scavenger and the constable. Trib. You shall do well. Ana. We'll join to weed them out. 301 Kas. You will not come then, punk device, my suster? Ana. Call her not sister. She's a harlot, verily. Kas. I'll raise the street. Love. Good gentlemen, a word Ana. Satan, avoid, and hinder not our zeal. Love. The world's turn'd Bedlam. |