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Drug. Could he tell you that too?
Drug. In troth, I'll tell you the whole story:
Face. And he has no head-
the fidlers, And care of his shop; for he dares keep no servant
Drug. My head did so ache
Face. As he was fain to be brought home, The doctor told me. And then a good old woman
Drug. (Yes, faith, she dwells in Sea-coal-lane) did
With sodden ale, and pellitory o’the wall;
Face. Ay, that was the grief
Drug. In truth, and it was like
Face. Thy hair went off.
Drug. Yes, and it has never been very good since. 'Twas done for spite.
Face. Nay, so says the doctor.
suster; l'll see this learned boy before I go ; And so shall she.
Face. Sir, he is busy now;
kas. I go.
Face. Drugger, she's thine—the damask. [Ex. Drug.
and Kastril.] Suhtle and I Must wrestle for her. [Aside.] Come on, Master
380 To give your cause dispatch. Ha' you perform’d The ceremonies were enjoin'd you ?
Dap. Yes, o’the vinegar,
you More worship than you think. “ Your aunt's a-fire, “ But that she will not shew it, t'have a sight o'you." Ha'
you provided for her grace's servants ? Dap. Yes, here are six-score Edward's shillings. Face. Good. Dap. And an old Harry's sovereign. Face. Very good. Dap. And three James's shillings, and an Elizabeth
Face. Oh, you are too just !
Dap. I have some Philip and Mary's.
Face. Ay, those same Are best of all. Where are they? Hark! the doctor.
Sub. Then, to her cuz, Hoping that he hath vinegar'd his senses, As he was bid, the Fairy queen dispenses, By me, this robe, the petticoat of Fortune; Which that he straight put on, she doth importune, And though to Fortune near be her petticoat, Yet nearer is her smock, the queen doth note : And therefore, even of that a piece she has sent, Which, being a child, to wrap him in was rent; And prays him for a scarf he now will wear it (With as much love as then her grace did tear it) About his eyes, to shew he is fortunate.
[They blind him with a rag. And, trusting unto her to make his state, He'll throw away all worldly pelf about him: Which that he will perform she doth not doubt him. Face. She need not doubt him, sir. Alas, he has
But what he will part withal as willingly,
[He throws away as they bid him.
Face. Keep nothing that is transitory about you, Look the elves are come To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Advise you. 44°
Dap. Oh, I have a paper with a spur-ryal in't.
Face. Ti, ti,
Sub. Ti, ti, ti, ti, he has more yet.
phew. “ Ti, ti, ti? What care you? Good faith, you shallcare. “ Deal plainly, sir, and shame the fairies. Shew " You are an innocent."
Dap. By this good light, I ha' nothing
And a leaden heart I wore sin' she forsook me.
Enter Dol. Sub. What news, Dol? Dol. Yonder's your knight, sir Mammon. 460
Face. God's lid, we never thought of him till now. Where is he?
Dol. Here, hard by. He's at the door.
Face. Oh, by no means.
Sub. Why, lay him back a while, With some device. Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti. Would her grace speak with me;
[Knock. I come. Help, Dol. Face. Who's there? Sir Epicure.
[He speaks through the key-hole, the other knocking.
Sub. Her grace
Dap. I long to see her grace.