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Face.
Believe it, I will.
Sub. Do thy worst.

I dare thee.
Face. Sirrah, I'll strip you out of all your sleights
Dol. Nay, look ye, sovereign, general, are you mad

men?

Sub. O, let the wild sheep loose. I'll gum your silk With good strong water, an' you come. Dol. Will you

have The neighbours hear you? Will you betray all ? “ Hark, I hear somebody."

Face. Sirrah!

Sub I shall mar
All that the taylor has made, if you approach.

Face. You most notorious whelp, you insolent slave, Dare you

do this?

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Sub. Yes faith, yes faith.

Face. Why, who
Am I, my mungrel? Who am I?

Sub. I'll tell you,
Since you know not yourself-
* Face. Speak lower, rogue.
Sub. Yes, you were once (time not long pass’d) the

good,
Honest, plain, livery-man, that kept
Your master's worship's house here in the Friars,
For the vacations.

Face. Will you be so loud ?
Sub. Since, by my means, translated suburb.captain.
Face. By your means, doctor Dog?

Sub. Within man's memory,
All this I speak of.

Face. Why, I pray you, have I
Been countenanced by you, or you by me?
Do but collect, sir, where I met you first.

Sub. I do not hear well.

Face. Not of this, I think it : But I shall put you in mind, sir; at Pye-Corner, Taking your meal of steam in, from cooks' stalls; Where, like the father of hunger, you did walk Piteously costive, with your pinch'd-horn nose, And your complexion of the Roman wash, Stuck full of black and melancholic worms, Like powder corn shot at th’Artillery-yard.

Sub. I wish you could advance your voice a little. moce. When you went pinn'd up in the several rags

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black arts,

You had rak'd and pick'd from dunghills before day;
Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes
A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloak,
That scarce would cover your no-buttocks

Sub. So, sir!

Face. When all your alchymy, and your algebra, Your minerals, vegetals, and animals, Your conjuring, coz’ning, and your doz'n of trades, Could not relieve your corpse with so much linen Would make you tinder but to see a fire; I

gave you count'nance, credit for your coals, Your stills, your glasses, your materials; Built you a furnace, drew you customers, Advanc'd all your

lent

you, beside, A house to practice in

Sub. Your master's house?

Face. Where you have studied the more thriving skill Of bawd’ry since.

61 Şub. Yes, in your master's house. You and the rats here kept possession. Make it not strange.

“ I know you were one could keep “ The butt'ry hatchstill lock’d, and save the chippings, “ Sell the dole beer to aqua-vitæ men, “ The which, together with your Christmas vails “ At post and pair, your letting out of counters, " Made you a pretty stock, some twenty marks, And gave you credit to converse with cobwebs “ Here, since your mistress’death hath broke up house.

" Face. You might talk softlier, rascal.

Sub. No, you Scarabe ; “ I'll thunder you in pieces : I will teach you “ How to beware to tempt a fury again, “ That carries tempest in his hand and voice.

Face. The place has made you valiant.

Sub. No, your clothes. Thou vermin, have I ta’en thee out of dung, “ So poor, so wretched, when no living thing 80 “Would keep thee company, but a spider, or worse! “ Rais'd thee from brooms, and dust, and wat'ring

pots ! “ Sublim'd thee, and exalted thee, and fix'd thee “ l'the third region callid our State of Grace! “ Wrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with pains “ Would twice have won me the philosopher's work! « Made thee a second in mine own great art! “ And have I this for thanks? Do you rebel? “ Do you fly out i' the projection ? “ Would you be gone now?

Dol. Gentlemen, what mean you ? " Will you mar all ?

Sub. Slave, thou hadst had no name Dol. Will you undo yourselves with civil war?

Sub. Never been known, past equi clibanum, “ Tlie heat of horse-dung, under ground, in cellars, Or an ale. house darker than deaf John's; been lost “ To all mankind, but laundresses and tapsters, " Had not I been.

Dol. Do you know who hears you, sovereign ? “ Face. Sirrah

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Dol. Nay, general, I thought you were civil.” Face. I shall turn desperate, if you grow thus loud. Sub. And hang thyself, I care not.

Face. Hang thee, collier, And all thy pots and pans, in picture, “ I will, “ Since thou hast mov'd me

Dol. Oh, this'll o'erthrow all. Face. Write thee up bawd in Paul's, have all thy

tricks " Of coz’ning with a hollow coal, dust, scrapings, “ Searching for things lost with a sieve and sheers, Erecting figures in your rows of houses, “ And taking in of shadows with a glass, “ Told in red letters; and a face cut for thee, “ Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey's.

Dol. Are you sound? “ Ha' you your senses, masters?

" Face. I will have “ A book, but barely reckoning thy impostures, “ Shall prove a true philosopher's stone to printers.”

Sub. Away, you trencher-rascal,

Face. Out, you dog-leach,
The vomit of all prisons.

Dol. Will you be
Your own destructions, gentlemen?

Sub. Cheater.
Face. Bawd.
Sub. Cow-herd.
Face. Conjurer.
Sub. Cut-purse.

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