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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. Face. When you went pinn'd up in the several rags

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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 countnance, credit for your coals, Your stills, your glasses, your materials; Built you a furnace, drew you customers, Advanc'd all your black arts, 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 Sub. 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 hatch still 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, “ The 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, 66 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 tuencher-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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Dol. We are ruin'di lost! Ha’you no more regard To your reputations? Where's your judgment? 'Slight, Have yet some care of me, o’your republick

Face. Away, this brach. I'll bring the rogue within The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio “ Of Harry the Eighth; ay, and, perhaps, thy neck " Within a nuose for laund'ring gold, and barbing it." Dol. You'll bring your head within a cockscomb,

will you? [Shecatches out Face's sword, and breaks Subtle's,

'sglass. And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. 'Sdeath!

you

abominable pair of stinkards, 140
Leave off your barking, and grow one again,
Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats.
I'll not be made a prey unto the marshal,
For ne'er a snarling dog-bolt o'you both.
Ha’you together cozen'd all this while,
And all the world ? and shall it now be said,
You've made most courteous shift to cozen yourselves?
You will accuse him: You will bring him in
Within the statute! Who shall take your word ?
A whore's-son, upstart, apocryphal captain,
Whom not a puritan in Black-Friars will trust
So much as for a feather! And you

too
Will give the cause, forsooth! You will insult,
And claim a primacy in the divisions!
You must be chief! As if you only had
The powder to project with, and the work
Were not begun out of equality ?

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