Trib. Peace.

Ana. They are popish, all,

I will not peace. I will not

Trib. Ananias.

Ana. Please the profane, to grieve the godly. I

may not.

Sub. Well, Ananias, thou shalt overcome.

Trib. It is an ignorant zeal that haunts him, sir:
But, truly, else, a very faithful brother;
A botcher, and a man, by revelation,

That hath a competent knowledge of the truth.
Sub. Has he a competent sum there i' the bag,
To buy the goods within? I am made guardian,
And must for charity and conscience sake,

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Now see the most be made for my poor orphans: "Tho' I desire the brethren too, good gainers.' There they are within. When you have view'd and bought 'em,

And ta'en the inventory of what they are,

They are ready for projection; there's no more
To do; cast on the med’cine, so much silver
As there is tin there, so much gold as brass,
I'll gi't you in by weight.

"Trib. But how long time,

"Sir, must the saints expect yet?

"Sub. Let me see

"How's the moon now?-Eight, nine, ten days

hence,

"He will be silver potate; then three days

"Before he citronise: some fifteen days

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"The magisterium will be perfected.

“Ana. About the second day of the third week "In the ninth month?

"Sub. Yes, my good Ananias.”

Trib. What will the orphan's goods arise to, think you?

Sub. Some hundred marks; as much as fill'd three

cars

Unladen now; you'll make six millions of them.
But I must ha' more coals laid in.

"Trib. How!

"Sub. Another load,

"And then we have finished. We must now increase "Our fire to ignis ardens; we are past

"Fimus equinus, balnei cineris,

“And all those lenter heats. If the holy purse

"Should with this draught fall low," and that the saints Do need a present sum, I have a trick

To melt the pewter you shall buy now, instantly, And with a tincture make you as good Dutch dollars As any are in Holland.

Trib. Can you so ?

Sub. Ay, and shall 'bide the third examination.

Ana. It will be joyful tidings to the brethren.
Sub. But you must carry it secret.

Trib. Ay; but stay:

This act of coining, is it lawful?

Ana. Lawful!

Jenow no magistrate; or if we did,

eign coin.

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Sub. It is no coining, sir;

It is but casting.

Trib. Ha! you distinguish well : Casting of money may be lawful. Ana. 'Tis, sir.

Trib. Truly, I take it so.

Sub. There is no scruple,

Sir, to be made of it: believe Ananias;
This case of conscience he is studied in.

Trib. I'll make a question of it to the brethren, 160 “Ana. The brethren shall approve it lawful,

doubt not.

"Where shall it be done?"

Sub. "For that we'll talk anon.'

There's some to speak with me.

[Knock without.

Go in, I pray you,

And view the parcels. That's the inventory.

I'll come to you straight. [Exeunt Trib. and Ana.] Who is it? Face! Appear.

Enter FACE.

How now? Good prize?

Face. Good pox! Yond' costive cheater

Never came on.

Sub. How then?

Face. I ha' walk'd the round

Till now, and no such thing.

Sub. And ha' you quit him?

Face. Quit him! an' hell would quit him too, he

were happy.

'Slight! would you have me stalk like a mill-jade

All day, for one that will not yield us grains ?

I know him of old.

Sub. Oh, but to ha' gull'd him,

Had been a mastery.

Face. Let him go, black boy!

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And turn thee, that some fresh news may possess thee.

A noble count, a don of Spain,

Furnish'd with pistolets and pieces of eight,

Will straight be here, my rogue, to have thy bath,

(That is the colour) and to make his batt❜ry Upon our Dol, our castle, our cinque-port, Our Dover-pier, our what thou wilt.

Where is the doxy?

Sub. I will send her to thee;

And but dispatch my brace of little John Leydens,

And come again myself.

Face. Are they within then?

Sub. Numb'ring the sum.

Face. How much?

Sub. A hundred marks, boy.

[Exit.

Face. Why, this's a lucky day! Ten pounds of

Mammon;

Three o' my clerk; a portague o' my grocer;

This o' the brethren; beside reversions,

And 'states to come i' the widow, and my count.
My share to-day will not be bought for forty- 200

Enter DOL.

Dol. What?

Face. Pounds, dainty Dorothy-Art thou so near?

Dol. Yes-say lord general, how fares our camp?

Face. This dear hour

A dainty don is taken with my Dol;

And thou may'st make his ransom what thou wilt,
My Dousabel.

Dol. What is he, general?

Face. An Adalantado,

A Grande, girl. Was not my Dapper here yet?

Dol. No.

Face. Nor my Drugger?

Dol. Neither.

Face. A pox on them!

They are so long a furnishing!

Enter SUBTLE.

How now? Ha' you done?

Sub. Done! They are gone. The sum
Is here in bank, my Face. I would we knew
Another chapman now would buy 'em out-right.

Face. 'Slid, Nab shall do't against he ha' the widow, To furnish houshold.

Sub. Excellent well thought on.

Pray heaven he come.

Face. I pray he keep away,

Till our new business be o'erpast.

Sub. But, Face,

How cam'st thou by this secret don?

Face. A spirit

Brought me th' intelligence in a paper here,
As I was conjuring yonder in my circle

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