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. 440 Face. The brethren's money, this. Drugger's and Mammon's ten pounds: eight score before. 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 459 Knows all, has pardon'd me, and he will keep them; 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. 480 Let's know where you set up next: I'll send you A customer, now and then, for old acquaintance: 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. Love. What do you mean, my masters ? 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. And I will open it straight. 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. 501 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. 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. 520 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 Mam. Are they gone? 54° [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 Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit, 560 Enter MAMMON. Mam. The whole nest are fled! Love. What sort of birds were they? |