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Face. Ay, and repent at home, sir. It may be,
Face. All flown, or stinks, sir.
Face. Yes, and as heavily
Sub. Ay, as balls, and bound
Face. Now to our don.
Is made a countess. She's now in travail
Face. Good, sir.
Sub. Off with your case,
Face. Very well, sir.
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.
The Alchymist's Room. Enter SURLY and DAME
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,
Pli. I will, sir.
Sur. And for these houshold-rogues, let me alone To treat with them.
[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,
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.
Enter Face and KASTRIL. Face. Why, now's the time, if ever you
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?
Employ'd here by another conjurer,
Sur. Sir, you are abus'd.
Kas. You lie : And 'tis no matter.
Face. Well said, sir. He is
Sur. You are, indeed! Will you hear me, sir?
-Bid him begone.
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,
Sur. Sir, all is truth, she says.
Face. Do not believe him, sir.
Sur. You are valiant out of company.
Enter DRUGGER. Face. Nay, here'san honest fellow too, that knows him, And all his tricks---Make good what I say, Abel :