But what he will part withal as willingly, Upon her grace's word (throw away your purse.) If you have a ring about you, cast it off, Or a silver seal at your wrist : her grace will send [He throws away as they bid him. Dap. Truly, there's all. Face. All what? Dap. My money, truly. Face. Keep nothing that is transitory about you. Look the elves are come To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Advise you. 440 Dap. Oh, I have a paper with a spur-ryal in't. Face. Ti, ti, They knew it, they say. Sub. Ti, ti, ti, ti, he has more yet. "Face. Ti, ti-ti-ti. I' the other pocket? "Dap. Oh, oh. "Face. Nay, pray you hold. He is her grace's ne phew. "Ti, ti, ti? What care you? Good faith, you "Deal plainly, sir, and shame the fairies. "You are an innocent." Dap. By this good light, I ha' nothing But a half-crown shall care. Shew Of gold, about my wrist, that my love gave me; And a leaden heart I wore sin' she forsook me. Face. I thought 'twas something. And would you incur Your aunt's displeasure for these trifles? Come, I had rather you had thrown away twenty half-crowns, You may wear your leaden heart still.[Knock. ]How now? Enter DOL. Sub. What news, Dol? Dol. Yonder's your knight, sir Mammon. 460 Face. God's lid, we never thought of him till now. Where is he? Dol. Here, hard by. He's at the door. Sub. And you are not ready now. Dol. He must be sent back. Face. Oh, by no means. What shall we do with this same puffing here, Now he's o' the spit? Sub. Why, lay him back a while, With some device. Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti. Would her grace speak with me; I come. Help, Dol. Face. Who's there? Sir Epicure. [Knock. [He speaks through the key-hole, the other knocking. My master's i' the way. Please you to walk And I am for you. Quickly, Dol. Sub. Her grace [Exit Dol. Commends her kindly to you, master Dapper. Dap. I long to see her grace. Sub. She now is set 480 At dinner in her bed, and she has sent you Face. Sir, he shall Hold out an 'twere this two hours for her highness; I can assure you that. We will not lose All we ha' done Sub. He must not see, nor speak To any body, till then. Face. For that we'll put, sir, A stay in's mouth. Sub. Of what? Face. Of gingerbread. Make you it fit. "He that hath pleas'd her grace "Thus far, shall not now crinkle for a little." Gape, sir, and let him fit you. Sub. Where shall we now Bestow him? Dol. I' the privy. Sub. Come along, sir, I now must shew you fortune's privy lodgings. Only the fumigation's somewhat strong. 500 "Face. Sir Epicure, I am yours, sir, by and by." [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE 1. FACE and MAMMON meet. Face. OH, sir, yo'are come i' the only finest time. Mam. Where's master? Face. Now preparing for projection, sir. Your stuff will be all chang'd shortly. Mam. Into gold? Face. To gold and silver, sir. Mam. Silver I care not for. Face. Yes, sir, a little to give beggars. Mam. Where's the lady? Face. At hand here. things o' you, I ha' told her such brave Touching your bounty, and your noble spirit— Mam. Hast thou? Face. As she is almost in her fit to see you. But, good sir, no divinity i' your conference, For fear of putting her in a rage Mam. I warrant thee. "Face. Six men will not hold her down. And then "If the old man should hear or see you." Mam. Fear not. Face. The very house, sir, would run mad. You know it, How scrupulous he is, and violent 20 'Gainst the least act of sin. "Physic, or mathematics, "Poetry, state, or bawdry (as I told you) "She will endure, and never startle: but "No word of controversy." Mam. I am school'd, good Ulen. Face. And you must praise her house, remember that, And her nobility. Mam. Let me alone; No herald, nor no antiquary, Lungs, Shall do it better. Go. "Face. Why, this is yet "A kind of modern happiness, to have "Dol Common for a great lady. "Mam. Now, Epicure, [Aside, and exit. "Heighten thyself, talk to her, all in gold; Compar'd with Mammon. What, the stone will do't. "She shall feel gold, taste gold, hear gold, sleep gold; "Nay, we will concumbere gold. I will be puissant, "And mighty in my talk to her." Enter DOL. Here she comes. Face. To him, Dol, suckle him. This is the noble knight I told your ladyship. Mam. Madam, with your pardon, I kiss your vesture. Dol. Sir, I were uncivil If I would suffer that; my lip to you, sir. [Exit Face. |