Sub. It is no coining, sir; It is but casting. Trib. Ha! you distinguish well: Casting of money may be lawful. Ana. 'Tis, sir. Trib. Truly, I take it so. Sub. There is no scruple, Sir, to be made of it: believe Ananias; Trib. I'll make a question of it to the brethren, 160 "Ana. The brethren shall approve it lawful, doubt not. "Where shall it be done ?" Sub. "For that we'll talk anon." [Knock without. There's some to speak with me. Go in, I pray you, And view the parcels. That's the inventory. I'll come to you straight. [Exeunt Trib. and Ana.] Who is it? Face! Appear. Enter FACE. How now? Good prize? Face. Good pox! Yond' costive cheater Never came on. Sub. How then? Face. I ha' walk'd the round Till now, and no such thing. Sub. And ha' you quit him? Face. Quit him! an' hell would quit him too, he were happy. 'Slight would you have me stalk like a mill-jade All day, for one that will not yield us grains? I know him of old. Sub. Oh, but to haʼ gull'd him, Had been a mastery. Face. Let him go, black boy! 180 And turn thee, that some fresh news may possess thee. A noble count, a don of Spain, Furnish'd with pistolets and pieces of eight, Will straight be here, my rogue, to have thy bath, Where is the doxy? Sub. I will send her to thee; ́And but dispatch my brace of little John Leydens, And come again myself. Face. Are they within then? Sub. Numb'ring the sum. Face. How much? Sub. A hundred marks, boy. [Exit. Face. Why, this's a lucky day! Ten pounds of Mammon; Three o' my clerk; a portague o' my grocer; This o' the brethren; beside reversions, And 'states to come i' the widow, and my count. Enter DOL. Dol. What? Face. Pounds, dainty Dorothy-Art thou so near? Dol. Yes-say lord general, how fares our camp? Face. This dear hour A dainty don is taken with my Dol; And thou may'st make his ransom what thou wilt, My Dousabel. Dol. What is he, general? Face. An Adalantado, A Grande, girl. Was not my Dapper here yet? Dol. No. Face. Nor my Drugger? Dol. Neither. Face. A pox on them! They are so long a furnishing! Enter SUBTLE. How now? Ha' you done? Sub. Done! They are gone. The sum Face. 'Slid, Nab shall do't against he ha' the widow, To furnish houshold. Sub. Excellent well thought on. Pray heaven he come. Face. I pray he keep away, Till our new business be o'erpast. Sub. But, Face, How cam'st thou by this secret don? Face. A spirit Brought me th' intelligence in a paper here, 221 For Surly. “ I ha' my flies abroad. "Is famous, Subtle, by my means. Your bath Sweet Dol, "You must go tune your virginal: no losing "O'the least time. And do you hear?" His great Verdugoship has not a jot of language : So much the easier to be cozen'd, my Dolly; He will come here in a hired coach, obscure, And our own coachman, whom I have sent to guide, No creature else. Who's that? Sub. It is not he! Face. Oh, no, not yet, this hour. Sub. Who is't? Dol. Dapper, Your clerk. Face. God's will! then, queen of fairy, [One knocks. 240 On with your tire; and, doctor, with your robes. Sub. 'Twill be long. Face. I warrant you take but the cues I give you, It shall be brief enough. 'Slight, here are more! Abel, and, I think, the angry boy, the heir, That fain would quarrel. Sub. And the widow ? Face. No; Not that I see. Away. Oh, sir, you are welcome! [Exeunt Sub. and Dol. Enter DAPPER, DRUGGER, and KASTRIL. The doctor is within, moving for you. "He swears you'll be the darling of the dice. "He never heard her highness doat till now, he says: "Your aunt has giv'n you the most gracious words 261 "That can be thought on." Dap. Shall see her grace? Face. See her, and kiss her too-What, honest Nab! Hast brought the damask? Drug. No, sir, here's tobacco. Face. 'Tis well done, Nab. damask too? Thou'lt bring the Drug. Yes. Here's the gentleman, captain; master Kastril, I have brought to see the doctor. Face. Where's the widow ? [Whispers. Drug. Sir, as he likes, his sister (he says) shall come. Face. Oh, is it so? Drug. I'll introduce him. Master Kastril, Captain Face. Face. Good time. Is your name Kastril, sir? Kas. Ay, and the best of the Kastrils; I'ld be sorry else, By fifteen hundred a year. Where is the doctor? My mad tobacco-boy, here, tells me of one That can do things. Has he any skill? Face. Wherein, sir? Kas. To carry a business, manage a quarrel fairly, Upon fit terms. Face. It seems, sir, y'are but young About the town, that can make that a question. 281 Kas. Sir, not so young, but I have heard some speech |