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S UBTLE. [ Enter] F ACE [ in his uniform] 1 How now! good prize? | |
FACE. Good pox! Yond costive cheater | |
Never came on. | |
SUB. How then? | 4 |
FACE. I ha walkd 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. | 8 |
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. O, but to ha gulld him, | 12 |
Had been a mastery. | |
FACE. Let him go, black boy! | |
And turn thee, that some fresh news may possess thee. | |
A noble count, a don of Spain (my dear | 16 |
Delicious compeer, and my party 2 -bawd), | |
Who is come hither private for his conscience | |
And brought munition with him, six great slops, 3 | |
Bigger than three Dutch hoys, 4 beside round trunks, 5 | 20 |
Furnishd with pistolets, 6 and pieces of eight, 7 | |
Will straight be here, my rogue, to have thy bath, | |
(That is the colour, 8) and to make his battery | |
Upon our Dol, our castle, our cinqueport, | 24 |
Our Dover pier, our what thou wilt. Where is she? | |
She must prepare perfumes, delicate linen, | |
The bath in chief, a banquet, and her wit, | |
Where is the doxy? | 28 |
SUB. Ill send her to thee: | |
And but despatch my brace of little John Leydens, 9 | |
And come again myself. | |
FACE. Are they within then? | 32 |
SUB. Numbering the sum. | |
FACE. How much? | |
SUB. A hundred marks, boy. [Exit.] | |
FACE. Why, this is a lucky day. Ten pounds of Mammon! | 36 |
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 today will not be bought for forty | 40 |
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[Enter DOL] DOL. What? | |
FACE. Pounds, dainty Dorothy! Art thou so near? | |
DOL. Yes; say, lord general, how fares our camp? | |
FACE. As with the few that had entrenchd themselves | 44 |
Safe, by their discipline, against a world, Dol, | |
And laughd within those trenches, and grew fat | |
With thinking on the booties, Dol, brought in | |
Daily by their small parties. This dear hour, | 48 |
A doughty don is taken with my Dol; | |
And thou mayst make his ransom what thou wilt | |
My Dousabel; 10 he shall be brought here fetterd | |
With thy fair looks, before he sees thee; and thrown | 52 |
In a down-bed, as dark as any dungeon; | |
Where thou shalt keep him waking with thy drum; | |
Thy drum, my Dol, thy drum; till he be tame | |
As the poor blackbirds were i the great frost, | 56 |
Or bees are with a bason; and so hive him | |
I the swan-skin coverlid and cambric sheets, | |
Till he work honey and wax, my little Gods-gift. 11 | |
DOL. What is he, general? | 60 |
FACE. An adalantado, 12 | |
A grandee, girl. Was not my Dapper here yet? | |
DOL. No | |
FACE. Nor my Drugger? | 64 |
DOL. Neither. | |
FACE. A pox on em, | |
They are so long a furnishing! such stinkards | |
Would not be seen upon these festival days. | 68 |
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[Re-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 who would buy em outright. | 72 |
FACE. Slid, Nab shall dot against he ha the widow, | |
To furnish household. | |
SUB. Excellent, well thought on: | |
Pray God he come. | 76 |
FACE. I pray he keep away | |
Till our new business be oerpast. | |
SUB. But, Face, | |
How camst thou by this secret don? | 80 |
FACE. A spirit | |
Brought me th intelligence in a paper here, | |
As I was conjuring yonder in my circle | |
For Surly; I ha my flies 13 abroad. Your bath | 84 |
Is famous, Subtle, by my means. Sweet Dol, | |
Tickle him with thy mother tongue. His great | |
Verdugoship 14 has not a jot of language; | |
So much the easier to be cozend, my Dolly. | 88 |
He will come here in a hird coach, obscure, | |
And our own coachman, whom I have sent as guide, | |
No creature else. One knocks. Whos that? [Exit DOL.] | |
SUB. It is not he? | 92 |
FACE. O no, not yet this hour. | |
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Re-enter DOL SUB. Who ist? | |
DOL. Dapper, | |
Your clerk. | 96 |
FACE. Gods will then, Queen of Fairy, | |
On with your tire; [Exit DOL.] and, doctor, with your robes. | |
Lets despatch him for Gods sake. | |
SUB. Twill be long. | 100 |
FACE. I warrant you, take but the cues I give you, | |
It shall be brief enough. [Goes to the window.] Slight, here are more! | |
Abel, and I think the angry boy, the heir, | |
That fain would quarrel. | 104 |
SUB. And the widow? | |
FACE. No, | |
Not that I see. Away! [Exit SUB.] | |