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Kas. Where's the captain ?
160 Face. Gone, sir, About some business.
Kas. Gone !
Face. He'll return straight.
Sub. Come near, my worshipful boy, my Terræ Fili,
Kas. You lie ?
Sub. How, child of wrath and anger ! the loud lie! For what, my sudden boy ?
Kas. Nay, that look you to, I am afore-hand.
Sub. O, this's no true grammar, And as ill logick! You must render causes, child, Your first and second intentions, know your canons, And your divisions, moods, degrees, and differences, And ha' your elements perfect
181 Kas. What is this The angry tongue he talks in?
Sub. That false precept
Kas. How must I do then, sir?
Sub. I cry this lady mercy : she should first
Kas. Go and kiss her.
[He kisses her. 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.” Kas. Kiss her again.
[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.
Kas. Hold your peace.
Enter Face 'Save you, captain. Face. Good master Kastril, is this your sister ?
Kas. Ay, sir,
Face. I shall be proud to know you, lady.
Face. What'll you do-
Sub. Why have 'em up, and shew 'em Some fustain book, or the dark glass.
Face. 'Fore god, She is a delicate dab-chick! I must have her. [Exit.
Sub. Must you? Ay, if your fortune will, you must.
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. Therefore be quiet, and obey your chance. “ 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,
260 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.
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.
“ Sub. Would you had stoop'd a little, and kiss'd
“ 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 wriggld with a knife ?" Sub. Don, your scurvy, yellow, Madrid face is
welcome. Sur. Gratia.
280 Sub. He speaks out of a fortification. Pray god, he ha'no squibs in those deep sets.
Sub. Por dios, sennores, muy linda casa!
Face. Praises the house, I think;
Sub. Yes, the Casa,
Face. Cozen'd, do you see?
Sub. Do you intend it? So do we, dear don.
[He feels his pockets. Sub. You shall be emptied, don, pumped and drawn