This cheater would ha' cozen'd thee o' the widow.

[To Abe.

He owes this honest Drugger, here, seven pounds,
He has had on him in two-penn'orths of tobacco.
Drug. Yes, sir; and he has damn'd himself three
Terms to pay mẹ.

Face. And what does he owe for lotium?
Drug. Thirty shillings, sir.

And for six syringes.

Sur. Hydra of villany!

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Face. Nay, sir, you must quarrel him out o'the house. Kas. I will, Sir, if you get not out o' doors, you lie ; And you are a pimp.

Sur. Why, this is madness, sir,

Not valour in you. I must laugh at this.

Kas. It is my humour. You are a pimp, and a trig, And an Amadis de Gaul, or a Don Quixote. Drug. Or aknight o'the curious coxcomb,do you see?

Enter ANANIAS.

Ana. Peace to the houshold.

Kas. I'll keep peace for no man.

Ana. Casting of dollars is concluded lawful.

Kas. Is he the constable ?

Sub. Peace, Ananias.

Face. No, sir.

Kas. Then, you are an otter, and a shad, a whit,

A very Tim.

Sur. You'll hear me, sir?

Kas. I will not.

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Ana. What is the motive?

Sub. Zeal in the gentlemen, Against his Spanish slops.

Ana. They are prophane,

Lewd, superstitious, and idolatrous breeches.
Sur. New rascals!

Kas. Will you begone, sir?

Ana. Avoid, satan.

Thou art not of the light. That ruff of pride
About thy neck betrays thee, and is the same
With that which the unclean birds, in seventy-seven,
Were seen to prank it with on divers coasts.
Thou look'st like Antichrist, in the lewd hat.
Sur. I must giye way.

Kas. Begone, sir.

Sur. But I'll take a course with you.

Ana. Depart, proud Spanish fiend.
Sur. Captain and doctor-

Kas. Nay, an I give my mind to't, I shall do't.
Drug. Well, and how did I?

Face. Very well;

But you must follow, sir, and threaten him tame;
He'll turn again else.

Kas. I'll return him then.

Face. Drugger, this rogue prevented us; for thee, We had determin'd that thou shouldst ha' come

In a Spanish suit, and ha' carried her so; and he,
A brokerly slave, goes, puts it on himself.
Hast brought the damask ?

Drug. Yes, sir.

Face. Thou must borrow

A Spanish suit. Hast thou no credit with the players?

Drug. Yes, sir. Did you never see me play the fool? Face. Thou shalt, if I can help it.

Hieronymo's old cloak, ruff, and hat will serve; 660 [Subtle hath whispered him this while.

I'll tell thee more when thou bring'st them.

Drug. Did not I behave well?

Will you be gone?—He won't be here

In a hurry, I believe.

Ana. Sir, I know

The Spaniard hates the brethren, and hath spies
Upon their actions: "and that this was one,
"I make no scruple. But the holy synod
“Have been in prayer and meditation for it."
And 'tis reveal'd no less to them than me,
That casting of money is most lawful.

Sub. True;

But here I cannot do it. If the house

Should chance to be suspected, all would out,
And we be lock'd up in the Tower for ever,

[Exit.

To make gold there for the state; never come out; And then you are defeated.

Ana. I will tell

This to the elders, and the weaker brethren,
That the whole company of the separation

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May join in humble prayer again.

Sub. And fasting.

Ana. Yea, for some fitter place. The peace of mind

Rest within these walls.

Sub. Thanks, courteous Ananias.

Face. What did he come for?

Sub. About casting dollars.

Presently out of hand. And so I told him,

A Spanish minister came here to spy

Against the faithful.

Face. I conceive. Come, Subtle.

Thou art so down upon the least disaster!

[Exit.

How wouldst thou ha' done, ifI had not help'd thee out? Sub. I thank thee, Face, for the angry boy, i'faith. Face. Who would ha' look'd it 'hould ha' been that rascal, Surly?

Well, sir,

Here's damask come to make you a suit.

Sub. Where's Drugger?

Face. He's gone to borrow me a Spanish habit.

I'll be the count now.

Sub. But where's the widow ?

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Face. Within, with my lord's sister: madam Dol

Is entertaining her.

Sub. By your favour, Face;

Now she is honest, I will stand again.

Or

Face. You will not offer it?

Sub. Why?

Face. Stand to your word,

-here comes Dol; she knows

Sub. Y' are tyrannous still.

Face. Strict for my right.

Enter DoL.

How now, Dol? Hast told her.
The Spanish count will come?

Dol. Yes; but another is come
You little look'd for.

Face. Who's that?

Dol. Your master;

The master of the house.

Sub. How, Dol!

Face. She lies.

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This is some trick. Come, leave your quibblings,

Dorothy.

Dol. Look out and see.

Sub. Art thou in earnest ?

Dol. 'Slight!

Forty o' the neighbours are about him, talking.

Face. 'Tis he by this good day.

Dol. "Twill prove an ill day

For some of us.

Face. We are undone, and taken.

Dol. Lost I'm afraid.

Sub. You said he would not come

While there died one a week, within the liberties.
Face. No; 'twas within the walls.

Sub. What shall we do now, Face?

Face. Be silent; not a word, if he call or knock. I'll into mine old shape again, and meet him,