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Enter FACE.

Face. Come, my venturers,

You ha' packed up all? Where be the trunks? Bring

forth.

Sub. Here.

Face. Let us see them. Where's the money?

Sub. Here.

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Face. The brethren's money, this. Drugger's and
Dapper's in this,

Mammon's ten pounds: eight score before.
Where be the French petticoats,

And girdles, and hangers?

Sub. Here i' the trunk,

And the bolts of lawn.

Face. Is Drugger's damask there?

Sub. Yes.

Face. Give me the keys.

Dol. Why you the keys?

Sub. No matter, Dol; because

We shall not open them, before he comes.

Face. 'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed; Nor have them forth. Do you see? Not forth, Dol.

Dol. No!

Face. No, my smock-rampant. The right is, my

master

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Knows all, has pardon'd me, and he will keep them;
Doctor, 'tis true (you look) for all your figures:
I sent for him indeed. Wherefore, good partners,
Both he, and she, be satisfy'd: for here

Determines the indenture tripartite,

'Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do, Is to help you over the wall, o'the backside;

Or lend you a sheet to save your velvet gown, Dol. Here will be officers presently; bethink you

Of some course suddenly to 'scape the dock;

For thither you'll come else. Hark you, thunder.

Sub. You are a precious fiend!

"Offi. Open the door."

[Some knock.

Face. Dol, I am sorry for thee i' faith. But, hear'st

thou?

It shall go hard, but I will place thee somewhere: Thou shalt ha' my letter to mistress Amo.

Dol. Hang you

Face. Or madam Cæsarean.

Dol. Pox upon you, rogue:

Would I had but time to beat thee.

Face. Subtle,

[Exit Dol.

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Let's know where you set up next: I'll send you

A customer, now and then, for old acquaintance:
What new course ha' you?

Sub. Rogue, I'll hang myself,

That I may walk a greater devil than thou,

And haunt thee i' the flock-bed, and the buttery. [Exit.

SCENE III.

A Street before LOVEWIT's House. LOVEWIT above.
Enter Officers, MAMMON, SURLY, FACE, KAS-
TKIL, ANANIAS, and TRIBULATION.

Love. What do you mean, my masters ?
Mam. Open your door,

Cheaters, bawds, conjurers.

Offi. Or we'll break it open.

Love. What warrant have you?

Offi. Warrant enough, sir, doubt not.

Love. Is there an officer there?

Offi. Yes, two or three for failing.
Love. Have but patience,

And I will open it straight.
Face. Sir h' you done?
Is it a marriage? perfect?

Love. Yes, my brain.

Face. Off with your ruff, and cloak then; be your

self, sir.

Sur. Down with the door.

Kas. 'Slight, ding it open.

Love. Hold,

Hold, gentleman, what means this violence?

Mam. Where is this collier?

Sur. And my captain Face?

Mam. These day-owls ?

Sur. That are birding in men's purses.

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Mam. Madam Suppository?

Kas. Doxey, my suster?

Ana. Locusts of the foul pit.

Tri. Prophane as Bell and the Dragon.

Ana. Worse than the grashoppers, or the lice of Egypt. Love. Good gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers, And cannot stay this violence?

Offi. Keep the peace.

Love. Gentlemen, what is the matter? Whom do you seek?

Mam. The chymical cozener.

Sur. And the captain pander.

Kas. The nun my suster.
Mam. Madam Rabbi.

Ana. Scorpions and caterpillars.

Love. Fewer at once, I pray you.

Offi. One after another, gentlemen, I charge you.

By virtue of my staff.

Ana. They are the vessels

Of pride, lust, and the cart.

Love. Good zeal, lie still

A little while.

Tri. Peace, deacon Ananias.

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Love. The house is mine here, and the doors are open:

If there be any such persons you seek for,

Use your authority;

I am but newly come to town, and finding

This tumult 'bout my door (to tell you true)

It somewhat 'maz'd me; till my man here, fearing My more displeasure, told me he had done

Somewhat an insolent part, let out my house
To a doctor, and a captain; who, what they are,
Or where they be, he knows not.

Mam. Are they gone?

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[They enter.

Love. You may go in and search, sir. Here, I find The empty walls worse than I left them, smok'd, A few crack'd pots and glasses, and a furnace; The cieling fill'd with poesies of the candle: Only one gentlewoman, I met here,

That is within, that said she was a widow

Kas. Ay, that's my suster. I'll go thump her.

Where is she?

[Exit. Love. And should haʼ married a Spanish count, but he, When he came to't, neglected her so grossly, That I, a widower, am gone through with her. Sur. How! have I lost her then?

Love. Were you the don, sir?

Good faith, now, she does blame yo'extremely, and says
You swore, and told her, you had ta'en the pains
"To dye your beard, and umbre o'er your face,"
Borrowed a suit and ruff all for her love,
And then did nothing. What an oversight,
And want of putting forward, sir, was this!
Well fare an old harquebuzier, yet,

Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit,
All in a twinkling.

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Enter MAMMON.

Mam. The whole nest are fled!

Love. What sort of birds were they?

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