If you can see her. Her grace is a lone woman, And very rich; and if she take a phant'sy, She will do strange things. See her, at any hand. Dap. How will't be done then? Face. Let me alone, take you no thought. Do you But say to me, captain, I'll see her grace. Dap. Captain, I'll see her grace. Face. Enough. Sub. Who's there? [One knocks without. 460 Anon. Conduct him forth by the back way. Sir, against one o'clock prepare yourself; Dap. I warrant you. Face. Well, then, away. 'Tis but your bestowing Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants, And put on a clean shirt; you do not know What grace her grace may do you Dap. Hum-buz. Face. Hum-buz. Sub. Come in. Enter DRUGGER. [Within.] I will see the doclor in clean linen. [Exit. [Exit Sub. Good wives, I pray you forbear me now: Troth, I can do you no good till afternoon. What is your name, say you? Abel Drugger! 180 Drug. Yes, sir. Sub. A seller of tobacco? Drug. Yes, sir. Sub. Umh. Free of the grocers? Drug. Yes, I'm free of the grocers. Sub. Well Your business, Abel? Drug. This an't please your worship. I am a young beginner, and am building Of a new shop, an't like your worship, just At corner of a street (here is the plot on't); And I would know, by art, sir, of your worship, Which way I should make my door, by necromancy, And where my shelves; and which should be for boxes, And which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir. And I was wish'd to your worship by a gentleman, One captain Face, that says you know men's planets, And their good angels, and their bad. Sub. I do, If I do see them. 500 Enter FACE. Face. What! my honest Abel? Thou art well met here. Drug. Troth, sir, I was speaking Just as your worship came here, of your worship. I pray you speak for me to master doctor. Face. He shall do any thing. Doctor, do you hear? This is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow: He lets me have good tobacco, and he Does not sophisticate it. Drug. No, I never sophisticate it. Face. Nor wrap it up in piss'd clouts. Drug. Oh, fye for shame, captain. Face. He's a neat, spruce, honest fellow, and no goldsmith. Drug. No, I am no goldsmith. Sub. He's a fortunate fellow, that I am sure onFace. Already, sir, ha' you found it! Lo'thee, Abel! Sub. And in right way towards riches Face. Sir? Sub. This summer He will be of the clothing of his company, 520 And next spring call'd to the scarlet, spend what he can. Face. What, and so little beard? Sub. You must think, He may have a receipt to make hair come : But he'll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine for't; His fortune looks for him another way. Face. 'Slid, doctor, how canst thou know this so soon? I am amaz'd at that! Sub. By a rule, captain, In metaposcopy, which I do work by; A certain star i' the forehead, which you see not. Does never fail and your long ear doth promise, D I knew't, by certain spots too, in his teeth, And on the nail of his mercurial finger. Face. Which finger's that? Sub. His little finger. Look You were born upon a Wednesday? Drug. "Yes, indeed, sir," and SO I was. 540 Sub. The thumb in Chiromancy, we give Venus; The fore-finger, to Jove; the midst, to Saturn; The ring, to Sol; the least, to Mercury, Who was the lord, sir, of his Horoscope, His House of Life being Libra; which foreshew'd He should be a merchant, and should trade with balance. Face. Why this is strange? Is't not, honest Nab? Drug. Yes, very strange. Sub. There is a ship now, coming from Ormus, That shall yield him such a commodity This is the west, and this is the south. Drug. Yes, sir. Sub. And those are your two sides ? Drug. Ay, sir. Sub. Make me your door then south; your broadside, west : And, on the east-side of your shop, aloft, Drug. Yes, sir. 560 Sub. And Beneath your threshold, bury me a loadstone To draw in gallants, that wear spurs; the rest Face. That's a secret, Nab. Sub. And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice, You shall deal much with minerals, At home already. Sub. Ay, I know, you have, Arsnike, What must I give? Face. Nay, I'll not counsel thee. 580 Thou hear'st what wealth (he says spend what thou canst) Th'art like to come to. Drug. I would give him a crown. Face. A crown! and towards such a fortune? Heart, Thou shalt rather gi' him thy shop. No gold about thee? Drug. Yes, I have a Portague, I have kept this half year, |