But what he will part withal as willingly,

Upon her grace's word (throw away your purse.)
As she would ask it. (" Handkerchiefs and all.)"
She cannot bid that thing, but he'll obey.

If you have a ring about you, cast it off,

Or a silver seal at your wrist : her grace will send
Her fairies here to search you; therefore deal
Directly with her highness. If they find
That you conceal a mite, you are undone.

[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.

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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
Three or four turns, but till his back be turn'd,

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

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At dinner in her bed, and she has sent you
From her own private trencher, a dead mouse,
And a piece of gingerbread, to be merry withal,
And stay your stomach, least you faint with fasting :
Yet if you could hold out till she saw you (she says)
It would be better for 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.
Face. Are they perfum'd, and his bath ready?
Sub. All.

Only the fumigation's somewhat strong.

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"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

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'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;
"Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops
"Unto his Danae; shew the god a miser,

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.