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Dol. We are ruin'd! lost! Ha'you no more regard To your reputations? Where's your judgment? 'Slight, Have yet some care of me, o’your republick

Face. Away, this brach. I'll bring the rogue within The statute of sorcery, “ tricesimo tertio “ Of Harry the Eighth; ay, and, perhaps, thy neck “ Within a noose for laund'ring gold, and barbing it."

Dol. You'll bring your head within a cockscomb,

will you ?

[She catches out Face's sword, and breaks Subtle'sglass. And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. 'Sdeath! you abominable pair of stinkards, 140 Leave off your barking, and grow one again, Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats. I'll not be made a prey unto the marshal, For ne'er a snarling dog-bolt o’you both. Ha’you together cozen'd all this while, And all the world ? and shall it now be said, You've made most courteous shift to cozen yourselves ? You will accuse him: You will bring him in Within the statute! Who shall take your word ? A whore's-son, upstart, apocryphal captain, Whom not a puritan in Black-Friars will trust So much as for a feather! And you too Will give the cause, forsooth! You will insult, And claim a primacy in the divisions! You must be chief! As if you only had The powder to project with, and the work Were not begun out of equality ?

The venture tripartite! All things in common;
Without priority.
Face. It is his fault;

160 He ever murmurs, and objects his pains; And

says, the weight of all lies upon him. Sub. Why, so it does.

Dol. How does it? Do not we Sustain our parts?

Sub. Yes, but they are not equal.

Dol. Why, if your part exceed to-day, I hope Ours

may to-morrow match it. Sub. Ay, they may. Dol. May, murm'ring mastiff! Ay, and do. Death

on me?


me to throttle him. Sub. Dorothy, mistress Dorothy! 'Ods precious, I'll do any thing. What do

you mean? Dol. Because o’your fermentation and cibatianSub. Not I, by HeavenDol. Your Sol and Luna-help me. Sub. Would I were hang’d then. I'llconform myself. Dol. Will you, sir? Do so, then, and quickly: swear. Sub. What shall I swear? Dol. To leave your faction, sir, And labour kindly in the common work.

Sub. Let me not breathe, if I meant ought beside. I only us'd those speeches as a spur

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To him.

Dol. I hope we need no spurs, sir.

Do we? Face. ?Slid, prove to day, who shall shark best.


Shall grow


Sub, Agreed.
Dol. Yes, and work close and friendly.
Sub. 'Slight, the knot

the stronger for this breach with me. Dol. Why so, my good baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours, (That scarce have smil'd twice sin’the king came in) A feast of laughter at our follies ? No, agree. And may Don Provost ride a feasting long, In his old velvet jerkin, (My noble sovereign, and worthy general) Ere we contribute a new crewel garter To his most worsted worship.

Sub. Royal Doll
Spoken like Claridiana and thyself.

Face. For which, at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be stil'd Dol Common, but Dol Proper, Dol Singular: “ the longest cut, at night, « Shall draw thee for his Dol particular." [One knocks.

Sub. Who's that? [Knocks.] To the window, Pray Heav'n The master do not trouble us this quarter. Face. Oh, fear not him. " While there dies one a

week “O' the plague, he's safe from thinking toward

London. “ Beside, lie's busy at his hop-yards now : “ I had a letter from him. If he do, “ He'll send such word, for airing o'the house, “ As you shall have sufficient time to quit it:


“ Tho' we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter."

Sub. Who is it, Dol?
Dol. A fine young quodling.

Face. Oh,
My lawyer's clerk, I lighted on last night
In Holborn at the Dagger. He would have
(I told you of him) a familiar,
To rifle with at horses, and win cups.

Dol. Oh, let him in.

Face. Get you
Your robes on: I will meet him, as going out.

Dol. And what shall I do?

Face. Not be seen. Away. Seem you very resery’d.

Sub. Enough.

Face. God be with you, sir. I pray you let him know that I was here. His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but

Enter Dapper.
Dap. Captain, I am here.
Sub. Who's that?

Face. He's come, I think, doctor.
Good faith, sir, I was going away.

Dap. In truth,
I am very sorry, captain.

Face. But I thought
Sure I should meet you.

Dap. Ay, I am very glad.
I had a scurvy writ or two to make,


And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's, and so was robb’d
Of my pass-time. Is this the cunning man?

Face. This is his worship.
Dap. Is he a doctor?
Face. Yes.
Dap. And ha' you broke with him, captain ?
Face. Ay.
Dap. And how?

Face. Faith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty, I know not what to say.

Dap. Not so, good captain.
Face. Would I were fairly rid on’t, believe me.
Dap. Nay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should

you wish so?
I dare assure you, I'll not be ungrateful.

Face. I cannot think you will, sir. But the law “ Is such a thing -And then he says, Read's matter “ Falling so lately.-

260 Dap. Read! he was an ass, “ And dealt, sir, with a fool.

Face. It was a clerk, sir. Dap. A clerk!

Face. Nay, hear me, sir, you know the law “ Better, I think

Dap. I should, sir, and the danger. " You know, I shew'd the statute to you. << Face. You did so.

Dap. And will I tell then? By this hand of flesh, Would it might never write good court-hand more,

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