Her name is so by her other husband. Sub. How! Kas. The widow Pliant. Knew you not that? "Yet, by erection of her figure, I guess'd it." Yes, yes, I knew it by my art. Come, let's go to practise. Kas. Yes; but do you think, doctor, I e'er shall quarrel well? Sub. I warrant you. Kas. Damme, you lie. 440 [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another Apartment. Enter DoL and MAMMON. Dol. For, after Alexander's death Mam. Good lady [In her fit of talking. Dol. That Perdiccas and Antigonus were slain, The two that stood, Seleuc' and Ptolmee Mam. Madam. Dol. Made up the two legs, and the fourth beast, That was Gog-north, and Egypt-south; which after Was call'd Gog-iron-leg, and South-iron-legMam. La Dol. And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt, too. Then Egypt-clay-leg, and Gog-clay-leg. Mam. Sweet madam. Dol. And last Gog-dust, and Egypt-dust, which fall In the last link of the fourth chain. And these Be stars in story, which none see or look at- 460 Dol. For, as he says, except We call the rabins, and the heathen Greeks Mam. Dear lady. Dol. To come from Salem, and from Athens, And teach the people of Great-Britain Enter FACE. Face. What's the matter, sir. Dol. To speak the tongue of Eber and Javan Mam. Oh, she's in her fit. Dol. We shall know nothing Face. Death, sir, We are undone. My master will hear! "Dol. A wisdom, which Pythagoras held most high "Mam. Sweet honourable lady. "Dol. To comprize 480 "All sounds of voices in few marks of letters"Face. Nay, you must never hope to lay her now. "Dol. And so we may arrive by Talmud skill, "And profane Greek, to raise the building up "Of Helen's house against the Ismaelite, "King of Thogarma, and his Habergions "Brimstony, blue, and fiery; and the force "Of king Abaddon, and the beast of Cittim, "Which rabbi David Kimchi, Omkelos, "And Aben Ezra do interpret Rome. "Face. How did you put her into't? "Mam. Alas, I talk'd "Of a fifth monarchy I would erect, "[They speak together. "With the philosopher's stone (by chance) and she "Falls on the other four straight. "Face. Out of Broughton. "I told you so. 'Slid, stop her mouth. "Mam. Is't best. "Face. She'll never leave else. If the old man hear her, "We are but faces, ashes." Sub. [within.] What's to do there? Face. Oh, we are lost. Now she hears him, she is quiet. Mam. Where shall I hide me ? [Upon Subtle's entry they disperse. Sub. How, what sight is here! Close deeds of darkness, and that shun the light! 500 Mam. Nay, good, dear father, There was no unchaste purpose. Sub. No and flee me When I come in? Mam. That was my error. Sub. Error? Guilt, guilt, my son. Give it the right name. No marvel If I found check in our great work within, When such affairs as these were managing! Mam. Why, have you so? Sub. It has stood still this half hour; And all the rest of our less works gone back. My lewd false drudge? Mam. Nay, good sir, blame not him; Believe me, 'twas against his will, or knowledge. I saw her by chance. Sub. Will you commit more sin T'excuse a varlet? Mam. By my hope, 'tis true, sir. 520 Sub. Nay, then I wonder less, if you for whom The blessing was prepared, would so tempt heaven; And lose your fortunes. Mam. Why, sir? Sub. This 'll retard The work, a month at least. Mam. Why, if it do, What remedy? but think it not, good father: Our purposes were honest. Sub. As they were, So the reward will prove. [Agreat crack and noise within.] How now! Ay me. God, and all saints be good to us! What's that? Face. Oh, sir, we are defeated: all the works Are flown in fumo: Retorts, receivers, pellicanes, bolt-heads, All struck in shivers! Help, good sir! alas! [Subtle falls down as in a swoon. Coldness and death invade him. Nay, sir Mammon, K Do the fair office of a man! You stand, As you were readier to depart than he. 540 [One knocks. Who's there? My Lord, her brother is come. Mam. Ha, Lungs? Face. His coach is at the door. Avoid his sight, For he's as furious as his sister is mad. Mam. Alas! [One knocks. Face. My brain is quite undone with the fume, sir. I ne'er must hope to be mine own man again. Mam. Is all lost, Lungs? Will nothing be preserv'd, Of all our cost? Face. Faith, very little, sir : A peck of coals or so, which is cold comfort, sir. Mam. Cast from all my hopes Face. Nay, certainties, sir. Mam. By mine own base affections. Sub. Oh, the curs'd fruits of vice and lust! [Subtle seems to come to himself. Mam. Good father, It was my sin. Forgive it. 560 Sub. Hangs my roof Over us still, and will not fall, Oh justice! Upon us, for this wicked man ? Face. Nay, look, sir, You grieve him now with staying in his sight: Good sir, the nobleman will come too, and take you, And that may breed a tragedy. Mam. I'll go. |