Sub. You very knave! Do you use me thus ?
Face. Wherein, sir?

Sub. Go in, and see, you traitor. Go. [Exit Face. Mam. Who is it, sir?

Sub. Nothing, sir. Nothing.

Mam. What's the matter, good sir?

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I have not seen you thus distemper'd? Who is't?
Sub. All arts have still had, sir, their adversaries;
But ours the most ignorant. What now? [Face returns.
Face. 'Twas not my fault, sir; she would speak
with you.

Sub. Would she, sir? Follow me.

Mam. Stay, Lungs.

Face. I dare not, sir.

Mam. How! Pray thee stay.

Face. She's mad, sir, and sent hither—————

Mam. Stay, man, what is she?

Face. A lord's sister, sir.

He'll be mad too.

Mam. I warrant thee.

Why sent hither?

Face. Sir, to be cur'd.

Sur. Why rascal ?

Face. Lo you. Here, sir,

[Exit Sub.

[He goes out.

Mam. 'Fore heaven, a bradamante, a brave piece, 381 Sur. Heart, this is a bawdy house! I'll be burnt else. Mam. Oh, by this light, no do not wrong him. He's Too scrupulous that way. It is his vice.

No, he's a rare physician, do him right,

An excellent Paracelsian, and has done

Strange cure with mineral physick. He deals all
With spirits, he. He will not hear a word

Of Galen or his tedious recipes.

Enter FACE.

How now, Lungs !

Face. Softly, sir, speak softly.

I meant

To have told your worship all.

This must not hear. Mam. No, he will not be gull'd: let him alone. Face. Y'are very right, sir, she is a most rare scholar, And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works. If you but name a word touching the Hebrew, She falls into her fit, and will discourse

So learnedly of genealogies,

As

you would run mad too, to hear her, sir.

Mam. How might one do t'have conference with her, Lungs?

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Face. Oh, divers have run mad upon the conference. I do not know, sir: I am sent in haste,

To fetch a viol.

Sur. Be not gull'd, sir Mammon.

Mam. Wherein? Pray ye, be patient.

Sur. Yes, as you are,

[Exit.

And trust confederate knaves, and bawds, and whores.

Mam. You are too foul, believe it.

Enter FACE.

Come here, Ulen, one word.

Face. I dare not, in good faith.
Mam. Stay, knave.

Face. He is extreme angry that you saw her, sir. Mam. Drink that. [Gives him money.] What is she when she's out of her fit.

Face. Oh, the most affablest creature, sir, so merry! So pleasant! she'll mount you up, like quick-silver, Over the helm; and circulate, like oil,

A very vegetal discourse of state,

Of mathematics, bawdry, any thing

Mam. Is she no ways accessible? No means,

No trick to give a man a taste of her

Or so?

[Sub. within.] Ulen.

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Face. I'll come to you again, sir,

[Exit

Mam. Surly, I did not think one of your breeding

Would traduce personages of worth.

Sur. Sir Epicure,

Your friend to use: vet, still loth to be gull'd.

I do not like your philosophical bawds.

Their Stone is enough to pay for,

Without this bait.

Mam. 'Heart, you abuse yourself.

I know the lady, and her friends, and means,

The original of this disaster. Her brother,
Has told me all.

Sur. And yet you never saw her

Till now?

Mam. Oh, yes! but I forgot: I have, believe it, One of the treacherousest memories, I do think, Of all mankind.

Sur. What call you her brother?

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Mam. My Lord

He will not have his name known, now I think on't, Sur. A very treacherous memory!

Mam. O' my faith!

Sur. Tut, if you ha' it not about you, pass it,

Till we meet next.

Mam. Nay, by this hand, 'tis true : He's one I honour, and my noble friend, And I respect his house.

Sur. Heart! can it be,

That a grave sir, a rich, that has no need,
A wise sir, too, at other times, should thus,
With his own oaths and arguments, make hard means
To gull himself; "An this be your elixir,
"Your lapis mineralis, and your lunary,

"Give me your honest trick yet at primero;
"I'll have gold before you,

"And with less danger of the quick-silver, "Or the hot sulphur."

Enter FACE.

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Face. Here's one from captain Face, sir, [To Surly. Desires you to meet him i' the Temple Church, Some half hour hence, and upon earnest business. Sir, if you please to quit us now, and come

[He whispers Mammon.

Again within two hours, you shall have
My master busy examining o'the works;
And I will steal you in unto the party,
That you may see her converse.

Sir, shall I say

You'll meet the captain's worship?

Sur. Sir, I will.

Now, I am sure it is a bawdy-house;

[Exit Face.

"I'll swear it, were the marshal here to thank me;"

The naming this commander doth confirm it.
Don Face! why 'tis the most authentic dealer
I' these commodities-The superintendant
To all the quainter traffickers in town.
Him will I prove, by a third person, to find
The subtleties of this dark labyrinth;
Which, if I do discover, dear sir Mammon,

You'll give your poor friend leave, though no philosopher,

To laugh; for you that are, 'tis thought, shall weep. 480

Enter FACE.

Face. Sir, he does pray, you'll not forget.

Sur. I will not, sir.

Sir Epicure, I shall leave you.

[Exit.

Mam. I follow you, straight.

Face. But do so, good sir, to avoid suspicion :

This gent'man has a parlous head.

Mam. But wilt thou, Ulen,

Be constant to thy promise?

Face. As my life, sir.

Mam. And wilt thou insinuate what I am, and

praise me,

And say I am a noble fellow ?

Face. Oh, what else, sir?

And that you'll make her royal, with the Stone,