Sur. You are indeed. Will you hear me, Sir?
Fac. By no means: Bid him be gone.

Sir, quickly.

:

Kaf. Be gone,

Sur. This's ftrange! Lady, do you inform your Brother. Fac. There is not such a foift in all the Town, The Doctor had him prefently and finds yet, The Spanish Count will come here. Bear up, Subtle. Sub. Yes, Sir, he must appear within this hour. Fac. And yet this Rogue will come in a disguise, By the Temptation of another Spirit,

To trouble our Art, tho' he could not hurt it. Kas. I, I know-Away, you talk like a foolish Mauther.

Sur. Sir, all is truth, fhe fays. Fac. Do not believe him, Sir. He is the lying'ft Swabber! Come your ways, Sir. Sur. You are valiant out of Company. Kaf. Yes, How then, Sir?

Fac. Nay, here's an honeft Fellow too, that knows him, And all his Tricks. (Make good what I fay, Abel) This cheater would ha' cozen'd thee o' the Widow. He owes this honeft Drugger, here, seven Pound, He has had on him, in two-penny'orths of Tobacco. Dru. Yes, Sir. And he has damn'd himself three Terms to pay me.

Fac. And what does he owe for Lotium? Dr. Thirty Shillings, Sir.

And for fix Syringes. Sur. Hydra of Villany!

Fac. Nay, Sir, you must quarrel him out o' the House. Kaf. I will.-Sir, if you get not out o' Doors, you lye: And you are a Pimp. Sur. Why, this is Madness, Sir, Not Valor in you: I must laugh at this.

Kaf. It is my Humour: you are a Pimp, and a Trig, And an Amadis de Gaule, or a Don Quixot.

Dru. Or a Knight o' the curious Coxcomb. Do you fee? Ana. Peace to the Houfhold. Kaf. I'll keep Peace for no Man.

Ana. Cafting of Dollers is concluded lawful..

Kaf. Is he the Conftable? Sub. Peace, Ananias. Fac. No, Sir.

Kaf

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Kaf. Then you are an Otter, and a Shad, a Whit, very Tim. Sur. You'll hear me, Sir? Kaf. I will not. Ana. What is the Motive? Sub. Zeal in the young

Gentleman,

Against his Spanish Slops Ana. They are Prophane,
Lewd, Superftitious, and Idolatrous Breeches.

Sur. New Raskals! Kaf. Will you be gone. Sir?
Ana. Avoid, Satan.

Thou art not of the Light. That Ruff of Pride,
About thy Neck, betrays thee: 'and is the fame
With that which the unclean Birds, in ferventy Seven,
Were feen to prank it with, on divers Coafts.
Thou look'ft like Anti-chrift, in the lewd Hat.

Sur. I must give way. Kaf. Be gone, Sir. Sur. But I'll
take

A courfe with you-Ana. Depart, proud Spanish Fiend. Sur. Captain, and Doctor-Ana. Child of Perdition Kaf. Hence, Sir.

Did I not quarrel bravely? Fac. Yes, indeed, Sir. Kaf. Nay, an' I give my mind to't, I fhall do't. Fac. O, you must follow, Sir, and threaten him tame He'll turn again elfe. Kaf. I'll return him then.

Fac. Drugger, this Rogue prevented us, for thee: We had determin'd that thou fhould'st ha' come, In a Spanish Suit, and ha' carry'd her fo; and he A brokerly Slave, goes, puts it on himself. Haft'brought the Damask? Dru. Yes, Sir. Fac. Thou must borrow

A Spanish Suit. Haft thou no credit with the Players? Dru. Yes, Sir: did you never fee me play the Fool? Fac. I know not, Nab: thou fhalt, if I can help it. Hieronomy's old Cloak, Ruff, and Hat will ferve,

[Subtle hath whispered with him this while. I'll tell thee more when thou bring'ft 'em. Ana. Sir, I know

The Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath Spies
Upon their Actions: and that this was one

I make no fcruple. But the holy Synod

Have

Sub. True:

Have been in Prayer, and Meditation for it.
And 'tis reveal'd no lefs to them than me,
That cafting of Money is most lawful.
But here I cannot do it; if the House
Shou'd chance to be fufpected, all would out,
And we be lock'd up in the Tower for ever,
To make Gold there (for th' State) never come out :
And then are you defeated. Ana. I will tell

This to the Elders, and the weaker Brethren,
That the whole Company of the Separation

May join in humble Prayer again. (Sub. And Fafting)
Ana. Yea, for fome fitter Place. The Peace of Mind
Reft with these Walls. Sub. Thanks, courteous Ananias.
Fac. What did he come for? Sub. About cafting
Dollers,

Presently out of hand. And fo I told him,
A Spanish Minifter came here to Spie,

Against the faithful- Fac. I conceive. Come Subtle,
Thou art fo down upon the least Disaster!

How wouldft tho' ha' done, if I had not helpt thee out?
Sub. I thank thee, Face, for the angry Boy, i-faith.
Fac. Who would ha' lookt it fhould ha' been that

Raskal

Surly? He had dy'd his Beard and all. Well, Sir,
Here's Damask come to make you a Suit. Sub.
Where's Drugger?

Fac. He's gone to borrow me a Spanish Habit ;
I'll be the Count, now. Sub. But where's the Widow?
Fac. Within, with my Lord's Sister : Madam Dol
Is entertaining her. Sub. By your favour, Face,
Now she is honeft I will stand again.

Fac. You will not offer it? Sub. Why? Fac. Stand
to your Word

Or-here comes Dol. She knows-Sub. Yo'are tyrannous ftill.

Fac. Strict for my Right. How now, Dol? Haft'told her,

The Spanish Count will come? Dol. Yes, but another

is come,

You

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You little look'd for! Fac. Who's that? Dol. Your

Master:

The Mafter of the Houfe. Sub. How, Dol. Fac. She lies, This is fome Trick. Come, leave your Quiblins, Do◄ · rothee.

Dol. Look out and fee. Sub. Art thou in earnest? Dol. 'Slight.

Forty o' the Neighbours are about him, talking.

Fac. 'Tis he, by this good Day. Dol. 'Twill prove ill Day

For fome on us. Fac. We are undone, and taken. Dol. Loft, I'm afraid. Sub. You faid he would not come,

While there died one a Week, within the Liberties.

Fac. No: 'twas within the Walls. Sub. Was't for
Cry'you mercy.

I thought the Liberties. What fhall we do now, Face?
Fac. Be filent: not a word, if he call or knock,
I'll into mine old fhape again and meet him,

Of Jeremy, the Butler. I' the mean time,

Do you two pack up all the Goods, and purchase,

That we can carry i' the two Trunks. I'll keep him
Off for to Day, if I cannot longer and then
At Night, I'll fhip you both away to Ratcliff,
Where we'll meet to Morrow, and there we'll share.
Let Mammon's Brass and Pewter keep the Cellar;
We'll have another time for that. But, Dol,

'Pr'y thee go heat a little Water quickly,

Subtle muft fhave me.

All my Captain's Beard

Muft off, to make me appear fmooth Jeremy.

You'll do't? Sub. Yes, I'll fhave you, as well as I can. Fac. And not cut my Throat, but trim me? Sub. You fhall fee, Sir.

ACT.

Lov.

ACT V. SCENE 1.

Love Wit, Neighbours.

TAS there been fuch refort, fay you? Nei. T
Daily, Sir.

H

Nei. 2. And Nightly, too. Nei. 3. I, fome as brave as Lords.

Nei. 4. Ladies, and Gentlewomen. Nei. 5. Citi, zens Wives.

Nei. . And Knights. Nei. 6. In Coaches.
Nei. 2. Yes, and Oyster-women.

Nei. 1. Befide other Gallants. Nei. 3. Sailors Wives,
Nei. 4. Tobacco-men. Nei. 5. Another Pimlico!
Lov. What fhould my Knave advance,

To draw this Company? He hung out no Banners.
Of a strange Calf, with five Legs, to be feen?

Or a huge Lobfter, with fix Claws? Nei. 6. No, Sir
Nei. 3. We had gone in then, Sir. Lov. He has no Gift
Of teaching i' the Nofe, that e'er I knew of.

You faw no Bills fet up that promis'd Cure

Of Agues, or the Tooth-ach ? Nei. 2. No fuch thing, Sir. Lov. Nor heard a Drum ftrook, for Baboons, or Puppets?

Nei. 5. Neither, Sir.

Lov. What Device fhould he bring forth now?
I love a teeming Wit as I love my Nourishment:
'Pray God he ha' not kept fuch open House,
That he hath fold my Hangings, and my Bedding:
I left him nothing elfe: If he have eat 'em,
A Plague o' the Mouth, fay I: Sure he has got
Some bawdy Pictures, to call this ging;

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