Sub. I cry this lady mercy: she should first Have been saluted. Kas. Go and kiss her. Sub. I do call you lady, [Kisses her. [He kisses her. Because you are to be one, ere't be long, My soft and buxom widow. Kas. Is she, i' faith? Sub. Yes, or my heart is an egregious liar. Kas. How know you? Sub. By inspection on her forehead, And subtility of her lip, which must be tasted Often, to make a judgment. "Slight she melts." 200 [He kisses her again. Sub. "Like a myrabolane!" Here is yet a line, In rivo frontis, tells me, he is no knight. Pli. What is he, sir? Sub. Let me see your hand. Oh, your linea Fortuna makes it plain; He's a rare man, believe me! Kas. Hold your peace. Here comes the t'other rare man. Enter FACE. 'Save you, captain. Face. Good master Kastril, is this your sister? Kas. Ay, sir, Please to kuss her, and be proud to know her. Pli. Brother, he calls me lady too. Face. The count is come. "Sub. Where is he? "Face. At the door." Sub. Why, you must entertain him. With these the while? Sub. Why have 'em up, and shew 'em Some fustain book, or the dark glass. Face. 'Fore god, 220 She is a delicate dab-chick! I must have her. [Exit. That hath the several scales upon't, shall make you 240 Against you see your fortune; which is greater Than I may judge upon the sudden, trust me. [Exeunt. Enter FACE. Face. Where are you, doctor? Sub. [within.] I'll come to you presently. Face. I will ha' this same widow, now I ha' seen her, On any composition. Enter SUBTLE. Sub. What do you say? Face. Ha' you disposed of them. Sub. I ha' sent them up. Face. Subtle, in troth, I needs must have this widow. Sub. Is that the matter? Face. Nay, but hear me. Sub. Go to, If you rebel once, Dol shall know it all. "Face. Nay, thou art so violent now-Do but conceive. "Thou art old, and canst not serve- "Sub. Who, cannot I? 'Slight, I will serve her with thee for a Face. Nay, But understand: I'll give you composition. Sub. I will not treat with thee. What, sell my fortune? 'Tis better than my birth-right. Do not murmur. Win her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol Knows it directly. Face. Well, sir, I am silent. Will you go help to fetch in don in state? Sub. I follow you, sir. We must keep Face in awe, Or he will overlook us like a tyrant. [Aside. Brain of a taylor! Who comes here? Don John ? Enter SURLY like a Spaniard. Sur. Sennores, beso las manos, a vuestras mercedes. “Sub. Would you had stoop'd a little, and kiss'd our anos. "Face. Peace, Subtle. "Sub. Stab me; I shall never hold, man. “He looks in that deep ruff, like a head in platter, "Serv'd in by a short cloak upon two tressils. "Face. Or what do you say to a collar of brawn, cut down "Beneath the souse, and wriggl'd with a knife ?" Sub. Don, your scurvy, yellow, Madrid face is welcome. Sur. Gratia. Sub. He speaks out of a fortification. Pray god, he haʼ no squibs in those deep sets. Sub. Por dios, sennores, muy linda casa! Sub. What says he? Face. Praises the house, I think; I know no more but's action. My precious Diego, will prove fair enough To cozen you in. Do you mark? You shall Face. Cozen'd, do you see? My worthy Donzel cozen'd. Sub. Do you intend it? So do we, dear don. My solemn don? Dost thou feel any? Face. Full. 280 [He feels his pockets. Sub. You shall be emptied, don, pumped and drawn Dry, as they say. Face. 'Slid, Subtle, how shall we do? Sub. For what? Face. Why Dol's employ'd, you know. Sub. That's true. 'Fore heaven, I know not: Mammon must not be troubled. Face. Mammon in no case. Think; you must be sudden. 300 Sur. Entiendo, qua la sennora es tan hermosa, que codicio tan a ver la, como la bien aventuranza de mi vida. Face. Mi vida? 'Slid, Subtle, he puts me in mind o' the widow. What dost thou say to draw her to't? Ha! And tell her it is her fortune ? "All our venture "Now lies upon't. It is but one man more, "Which on's chance to have her: and beside "There is no maidenhead to be fear'd or lost. “What dost thou think on't, Subtle. "Sub. Who, I, why? "Face. The credit of our house too is engag❜d. "Sub. You made me an offer for my share ere-while, "What wilt thou gi' me, i'faith? "Face. Oh, by that light 320 "I'll not buy now. You know your doom to me. "E'en take your lot, obey your chance, sir; win her, "And wear her out for me. "Sur. Sennores por que se tarda tanta? "Sub. Faith, I am not fit, I am old. "Face. That's now no reason, sir. |