"Sub. No, you Scarabe; "I'll thunder you in pieces: I will teach you 80 "Thou vermin, have I ta'en thee out of dung, "So poor, so wretched, when no living thing "Would keep thee company, but a spider, or worse! "Rais'd thee from brooms, and dust, and watʼring pots! "Sublim'd thee, and exalted thee, and fix'd thee "I' the third region call'd 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, "Had not I been. "Dol. Do you know who hears you, sovereign? 101 "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, "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 tsencher-rascal, Face. Out, you dog-leach, The vomit of all prisons, Dol. Will you be Your own destructions, gentlemen? Sub. Cheater. 101 Face. Bawd. Sub. Cow-herd. Face. Conjurer. Sub. Cut-purse. Dol. We are ruin'd! 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 noose for laund'ring gold, and barbing it." Dol. You'll bring your head within a cockscomb, will you? 140 [She catches out Face's sword, and breaks Subtle's glass. And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. 'Sdeath! you abominable pair of stinkards, 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? The venture tripartite! All things in common; Without priority. Face. It is his fault; 160 He ever murmurs, and objects his pains; And says, the weight of all lies upon him. Dol. How does it? Do not we Sustain our parts ? Sub. Yes, but they are not equal. Dol. Why, if your part exceed to-day, I hope Ours may to-morrow match it. Sub. Ay, they may. Dol. May, murm'ring mastiff! Ay, and do. Death on me? Help me to throttle him. Sub. Dorothy, mistress Dorothy! 'Ods precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean? Dol. Because o' your fermentation and cibatianSub. Not I, by Heaven Dol. Your Sol and Luna-help me. Sub. Would I were hang'd then. I'll conform myself. Dol. Will you, sir? Do so, then, and quickly: swear. Sub. What shall I swear? Dol. To leave your faction, sir, And labour kindly in the common work. 180 Sub. Let me not breathe, if I meant ought beside. I only us'd those speeches as a spur To him. Do we? Dol. I hope we need no spurs, sir. C Sub. Agreed. Dol. Yes, and work close and friendly. Shall grow the stronger for this breach with me. Dol. Why so, my good baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours, (That scarce have smil'd twice sin' the king came in) A feast of laughter at our follies? No, agree. And may Don Provost ride a feasting long, In his old velvet jerkin, (My noble sovereign, and worthy general) Sub. Royal Dol! Spoken like Claridiana and thyself. 200 Face. For which, at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be stil'd Dol Common, but Dol Proper, Dol Singular: "the longest cut, at night, "Shall draw thee for his Dol particular." [One knocks. Sub. Who's that? [Knocks.] To the window, Pray Heav'n The master do not trouble us this quarter. Face. Oh, fear not him. "While there dies one a week "O'the plague, he's safe from thinking toward London. "Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now: "I had a letter from him. If he do, "He'll send such word, for airing o' the house, "As you shall have sufficient time to quit it: |