Kas. Where's the captain?

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Face. Gone, sir,

About some business.

Kas. Gone!

Face. He'll return straight.

But master doctor, his lieutenant, is here.

Sub. Come near, my worshipful boy, my Terræ Fili, That is, my boy of land; make thy approaches. Welcome: I know thy lust, and thy desires, And I will serve and satisfy 'em. Begin, Charge me from thence, or thence, or in this line; Here is my centre: ground thy quarrel.

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

Kas. What is this

The angry tongue he talks in ?

Sub. That false precept

Of being afore-hand, has deceiv'd a number,
And made 'em enter quarrels, oftentimes,
Before they were aware; and afterward,

Against their wills?

Kas. How must I do then, sir?

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Sub. I cry this lady mercy: she should first

Have been saluted.

Kas. Go and kiss her.

Sub. I do call you lady,

[Kisses her.

[He kisses her.

Because you are to be one, ere't be long,

My soft and buxom widow.

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

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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,

Pli. What is he, sir?

he is no knight.

Sub. Let me see your hand.

Oh, your linea Fortunæ makes it plain;
"And Stella here, in monte Veneris:
"But most of all, junctura annularis.”
He is a soldier, or a man of art, lady;

But shall have some great honour shortly.
Pli. Brother..

He's a rare man, believe me!

Kas. Hold your peace.

Here comes the t'other rare man.

Enter FACE.

'Save you, captain.

Face. Good master Kastril, is this your sister?

Kas. Ay, sir,

Please to kuss her, and be proud to know her.
Face. I shall be proud to know you, lady.

Pli. Brother, he calls me lady too.
Kas. Ay, peace, I heard it.

Face. The count is come.
"Sub. Where is he?

"Face. At the door."

Sub. Why, you must entertain him.
Face. What'll you do——————

With these the while?

Sub. Why have 'em up, and shew 'em Some fustain book, or the dark glass. Face. 'Fore god,

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She is a delicate dab-chick! I must have her. [Exit.
Sub. Must you? Ay, if your fortune will, you must.
Come, sir, the captain will come to us presently :
I'll have you to my chamber of demonstrations,
Where I'll shew you my instrument,

That hath the several scales upon't, shall make you
Able to quarrel, at a straw's breadth by moon-light.
And, lady, I'll have you look in a glass,

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Some half an hour, but to clear your eye-sight,
Against you see your fortune; which is greater
Than I may judge upon the sudden, trust me. [Exeunt.

Enter FACE.

Face. Where are you, doctor?

Sub. [within.] I'll come to you presently.

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,

But understand: I'll give you composition.

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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.

Will you go help to fetch in don in state?

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.

Sur. Sennores, beso las manos, a vuestras mercedes.

"Sub. Would you had stoop'd a little, and kiss'd

our anos.

"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 wriggl'd with a knife ?” Sub. Don, your scurvy, yellow, Madrid face is welcome.

Sur. Gratia.

Sub. He speaks out of a fortification.

Pray god, he ha' no squibs in those deep sets.

Sub. Por dios, sennores, muy linda casa!

Sub. What says he?

Face. Praises the house, I think;

I know no more but's action.

Sub. Yes, the Casa,

My precious Diego, will prove fair enough

To cozen you in. Do you mark? You shall
Be cozen'd, Diego.

Face. Cozen'd, do you see?

My worthy Donzel cozen'd.

Sur. Entiendo.

Sub. Do you intend it? So do we, dear don. Have you brought pistolets, or portagues,

My solemn don? Dost thou feel any?

Face. Full.

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[He feels his pockets.

Sub. You shall be emptied, don, pumped and drawn