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Peace, you'll mar all.

Face. Or you will else, you rogue.

Love. Oh, is it so ? Then you converse with spirits. Come, sir, no more o' your tricks, good Jeremy; 341 The truth's the shortest way.

Face. Dismiss this rabble, sir. What shall I do? I am catch'd.

[Aside.
Love. Good neighbours,
I thank you all. You may depart. Come, sir,
You know that I am an indulgent master;
And therefore conceal nothing. What's your med'cine,
To draw so many several sorts of wildfowl ?

Face. Sir, you were wont to affect mirth and wit :
(But here's no place to talk on't i’ the street.)
Give me but leave to make the best of my fortune,
And only pardon me th' abuse of your house;
Its all I beg. I'll help you to a widow,
In recompence,

that

you shall give me thanks for, Will make you seven years younger, and a rich one. 'Tis but your putting on a Spanish cloak. I have her within. You need not fear the house ; It was not visited. Love. But by me, who came

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Face. It is true, sir.
Pray you, forgive me.
Love. Let's see your widow.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Chamber. Enter SUBTLE, DAPPER, and Dol. Sub. How! ha' you eaten your gag :

Dap. Yes, faith, it crumbled Away i' my mouth.

Sub. You ha' spoil'd all then.

Dap. No;
I hope my aunt of Fairy will forgive me.

Sub. Your aunt's a gracious lady; but in trọth,
You were to blame.

Dap. The fume did overcome me,
And I did do't to stay my stomach. Pray you,
So satisfy her grace.

Enter FACE. Face. How now ! Is his mouth down? Sub. Ay, he has spoken. Face. A pox! I heard him, and you too. He's un

done then I have been fain to say the house is haunted With spirits, to keep Churl back.

380 Sub. And hast thou done it? Face. Sure, for this night.

Sub. Why, then triumph and sing Of Face so famous, the precious king Of present wits.

Face. Did you not hear the coil About the door

Sub. Yes, and I dwindled with it.

Face. Shew him his aunt, and let him be dispatch’d: I'll send her to you. Drugger is at the door; go take his suit, And bid him fetch a parson presently. Say, he shall marry the widow. “ Thou shalt spend A hundred pounds by the service." [Exeunt Dap

per and Subtle.] Now, queen Dol, Ha' you pack'd up all ?

Dol. Yes.

Face. And how do you like The lady Pliant ?

Dol. A good dull innocent.

Re-enter SUBTLE. Sub. Here's your Hieronymo's cloak and hat. 400 Face. Give me 'em. Sub. And the ruff too. Face. Yes: I'll come to you presently. [Exit.

Sub. Now is he gone about his project, Dol, I told you of, for the widow.

Dol. 'Tis direct Against our articles.

Sub. Well, we'll fit him, wench. Hast thou gullid her of her jewels, or her bracelets ?

Dol. No, but I will do't.

Sub. Soon at night, my Dolly,
When we are shipp'd, and all our goods aboard,
Eastward for Ratcliff, we will turn our course
To Brainford, westward, if thou say'st the word,

And take our leave of this o’erweening rascal,
This peremptory Face.

Dol. Content; I'm weary of him.
Sub. We'll tickle it at the pigeons,
When we have all, and may unlock the trunks,
And say, this's mine and thine, and thine and mine.

[They kiss. Enter Face. Face. What now, a billing?

Sub. Yes, a little exalted, In the good passage of our stock affairs. Face. Drugger has brought his parson; take him

in, Subtle, “ And send Nab back again to wash his face. “ Sub. I will: and shave himself.

[Exit. Face. If you can get him. Dol. You are hot upon it, Face, whate'er it is! “ Face. A trick that Dol shall spend ten pounds a

month by.

• Is he gone?

Enter SUBTLE. “ Sub. The chaplain waits you i' the hall, sir. Face. I'll go bestow him.

[Exit. Dol. He'll now marry her instantly. “ Sub. He cannot yet, he is not ready. Dear Dol,

Cozen her all thou canst. To deceive him " Is no deceit, but justice that would break " Such an inextricable tie as ours was. " Dol. Let me alone to fit him.

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Enter Face. Face. Come, my venturers, You ha' packed up all? Where be the trunks? Bring forth.

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Şub, Here.
Face. Let us see them. Where's the money?
Sub. Here.
Face. The brethren's money, this. Drugger's and

Dapper's in this,
Mammon's ten pounds: eight score before.
Where be the French petticoats,
And girdles, and hangers ?

Sub. Here i’ the trunk,
And the bolts of lawn.

Face. Is Drugger's damask there?
Sub. Yes.
Face. Give me the keys.
Dol. Why you the keys ?

Sub. No matter, Dol; because.
We shall not open them, before he comes.

Face. 'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed; Nor have thein forth. Do you see? Not forth, Dol.

Dol. No!
Face. No, my smock-rampant. The right is, my
master

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Knows all, has pardon'd me, and he will keep them;
Doctor, 'tis true (you look) for all your figures :
I sent for him indeed. Wherefore, good partners,
Both he, and she, be satisfy’d: for here

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