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Face. Ay, and repent at home, sir. It may be,
For some good penance you may have it yet;
A hundred pounds to the box at Bethlem,

Mam. Yes.
Face. For the restoring such as ha’ lost their wits.
Mam. l'll do't.
Face. I'll send one to you to receive it.

Mam. Do.
Is no projection left?

Face. All flown, or stinks, sir.
Mam. Will nought be sav'd that's good for med'cine,

think'st thou?
Face. I cannot tell, sir. There will be, perhaps,
Something, about the scraping of the shards, 581
Will cure the itch:
It shall be sav'd for you, and sent home. Good sir.
This way, for fear the lord should meet you.

[Exit Mammon.
Sub. Face.
Face. Ay.
Sub. Is he gone?

Face. Yes, and as heavily
As all the gold he hop'd for were in his blood.
Let us be light though.

Sub. Ay, as balls, and bound
And hit our heads against the roof for joy:
There's so much of our care now cast away.

Face. Now to our don.
Sub. Yes, your young widow, by this time,

Is made a countess. She's now in travail
Of a young heir for you.

Face. Good, sir.

Sub. Off with your case,
And greet her kindly, as a bridegroom should, 600
After these common hazards.

Face. Very well, sir.
Will you go fetch don Diego off the while ?

Sub. And fetch him over, too, if you'll be pleas’d, sir. Would Dol were in her place to pick his pockets now. Face. Why, you can do it as well, if you would set

to't. I pray you prove your virtue. Sub. For your sake, sir.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Alchymist's Room. Enter SURLY and DAME

PLIANT.

Sur. Lady, you see into what hands you are fall’n! 'Mongst what a nest of villains, and how near Your honour was to've catch'd a certain ruin (Through your credulity) “ had I but been “ So punctually forward, as place, time, " And other circumstances would ha' made a man : • For yo’are a handsome woman, would you were

wise too." I am a gentleman come here disguis’d,

Only to find the knaveries of this citadel,
And where I might ha'wrong'd your honour,and ha'not,
I claim some interest in your love. You are,
They say, a widow, rich; and I am a batchelor, 620
Worth nought: your fortunes may make me a man,
As mine ha' preserv'd you a woman. Think upon it,
And whether I have deserv'd you, or no.

Pli. I will, sir.

Sur. And for these houshold-rogues, let me alone To treat with them.

Enter SUBTLE.
Sub. How doth my noble Diego?
And my dear madam countess? Hath the count
Been courteous, lady? liberal, and open?
Donsel, methinks you look melancholic
After your coicum, and scurvy! Truly,
I do not like the dullness of your eye,
It hath a heavy cast; 'tis Upsee-Dutch,
And says you are a lumpish whore-master.
Be lighter; I will make your pockets so.

[He falls to picking of them. Sur. Will you, don bawd, and pick-purse? How

now? Reel you? Stand up, sir; you shall find, since I am so heavy, I'll give you equal weight.

Sub. Help, murder? Sur. No, sir, there's no such thing intended. A good cart,

640 And a clean whip, shall ease you of that fear.

I am the Spanish don, that should be cozen'd,
Do you see? Cozen'd! Where's your captain Face?

Enter Face. Face. How; Surly!

Sur. Oh, make your approach, good captain. I have found from whence your copper rings and spoons Come now, wherewith you cheat abroad in taverns. And this doctor, “ Your sooty, smoaky-bearded compeer, he" Will close you so much gold in a bolt's head,

[Face steals off. And, on a turn, convey (i’ the stead) another With sublim'd mercury, that shall burst i' the heat, And fly out all in fumo? What is he Nay, sir, you must tarry, Tho' he be 'scap'd, and answer by the ears, sir.

gone?

Enter Face and KASTRIL. Face. Why, now's the time, if ever you

will

quarrel Well, as they say, and be a true-born child. The doctor and your sister both are abus'd.

Kas. Where is he? Which is he? He is a slave, Whate'er he is, and the son of a whore. Are you The man, sir, I would know?

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Sur. I should be loth, sir,
To confess so much.
Kas. Then

you
lie i'
your

throat.
Sur. How !
Face. A very arrant rogue, sir, and a cheater,

Employ'd here by another conjurer,
That does not love the doctor, and would cross him,
If he knew how

Sur. Sir, you are abus'd.

Kas. You lie : And 'tis no matter.

Face. Well said, sir. He is
The impudent’st rascal-

Sur. You are, indeed! Will you hear me, sir?
Face. By no means-

-Bid him begone.
Kas. Begone, sir, quickly.
Sur. This's strange! lady, do you inform your brother.

Face. There is not such a foist in all the town: The doctor had him presently; and finds yet, 580 The Spanish count will come here. Bear up, Subtle.

Sub. Yes, sir, he must appear within this hour.

Face. 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. Ay,
I know-Away; you talk like a foolish mouther.

Sur. Sir, all is truth, she says.

Face. Do not believe him, sir.
He is the lying'st swabber! Come your ways, sir.

Sur. You are valiant out of company.
Kas. Yes. How then, sir?

Enter DRUGGER. Face. Nay, here'san honest fellow too, that knows him, And all his tricks---Make good what I say, Abel :

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