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Face. God'slid, Nab, send her to the doctor hither. Drug. Yes, I have spoken to her of his worship
already : But she's afraid it will be blown abroad, And hurt her marriage.
Face. Hurt it! 'Tis the way
Drug. No, sir, she'll never marry
Face. What, and dost thou despair, my little Nab, Knowing what the doctor has set down for thee, And seeing so many of the city dubb’d? “ One glass o'thy water, with a madam, I know 760 " Will have it done,” Nab. What's her brother? A
knight? Drug. No, sir, a gentleman, newly warm in his land,
sir. Scarce cold in his one-and-twenty, that does govern His sister here, and is a man himself Of some three thousand a year, and is come up To learn to quarrel, and to live by his wits, And will go down again, and die i’ the country, When he can't live any longer here.
Face. How! to quarrel ?
Drug. Yes, sir, to carry quarrels,
Face. 'Slid, Nab, the doctor is the only man
Drug. Is he?
Face. He has made a table,
Drug. Has he ?
Face. He will give him
780 Drug. Will he ?
Face. Go, bring 'em both,
Sub. Oh, good captain
Face. He shall:
Drug. I'll try my power, sir.
[Abel runs out, and Face brings him back. Sub. Oh, no!
Face. He will do't:
Thou shalt know more anon. Away, begone. Drug. I'll give him a pound. --I'll give him two pound.
Exit. Face. A miserable rogue, and lives with cheese, 801 And has the worms. That was the cause, indeed, Why he came now. He dealt with me in private, To get a med'cine for them.
Sub. And shall, sir. This works.
Face. A wife, a wife for one of us, my dear Subtle :
Face. Pray Heaven, I ha'not staid too long.
ACT II. SCENE 1.
Enter TRIBULATION and ANANIAS.
Ana. In pure zeal,
Trib. I think him a prophane person, indeed,
" Ana. He bears “ The visible mark of the beast in his forehead, " And for his stone, it is the work of darkness, " And with philosophy blinds the eyes of man.
“ Trib. Good brother, we must bend unto all means “ That may give furtherance to the holy cause.
« Ana. Which his cannot: the sanctified cause “ Should have a sanctified course.
« Trib. Not always necessary : “ The children of perdition are oft-times “ Made instruments even of the greatest works. “ Beside we should give somewhat to man's nature, “ The place he lives in, still about the fire, " And fumes of metals, that intoxicate “ The brain of man, and make him prone to passion. “ Where have you greater atheists than your cooks? “ Or more profane, or choleric, than your glassmen? « More antichristian than
bell-founders ? " What makes the devil so devilish, I would ask you, “ Satan, our common enemy, but his being “ Perpetually about the fire, and boiling “ Brimstone and arsenick? “ You did ill to upbraid him « With the brethrens'blessing of Heidelberg, weighing " What need we have to hasten on the work, « For the restoring of the silenc'd saints, " Which ne'er will be, but by the philosopher's stone; “ And so a learned elder, one of Scotland, - Assured me.
“ Ana. I have not edified more, truly, by man,
“ Not since the beautiful light first shone on me, “ And I am sad my zeal hath so offended.” 40
Trib. Let us call on him then.
Ana. The motion's good, And of the spirit; I will knock first. Peace be within.
Enter SUBTLE. Sub. Oh, are you come ? 'Twas time. Your three
score minutes Were at the last thread, you see, “ and down had gone “ Furnus acedia, turris circulatorius: “ 'Lembick, bolts-head, retort, and pellicane “ Had all been cinders.” Wicked Ananias! Art thou return'd ? Nay, then it goes down yet.
Trib. Sir, be appeased; he is come to humble
Trib. The brethren had no purpose, verily,
Sub. This qualifies more.
Trib. And for the orphans' goods, let them be valued, Or what is needful else to the holy work,
61 It shall be number'd. Here, by me, the saints Throw down their purse before you.
Sub. This qualifies most!