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Dol. Why, if your part exceed to-day, I hope Ours may, to-morrow, match it.
Sub. Ay, they may.
Dol. May, murmuring mastiff! ay, and do.
[Seizes SUB. by the throat.
Help me to throttle him.
Sub. Dorothy! mistress Dorothy !
'Ods precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean? Dol. Because o' your fermentation and cibation?
Sub. Not I, by heaven
Dol. Your Sol and Luna-help me.
Sub. Would I were hang'd then! I'll conform
Dol. Will you, sir? do so then, and quickly: swear. Sub. What should I swear?
Dol. To leave your faction, sir,
And labour kindly in the common work.
Sub. Let me not breathe if I meant aught beside.
I only used these speeches as a spur
Dol. I hope we need no spurs, sir. Do we?
Dol. Yes, and work close and friendly.
Sub. 'Slight, the knot
Shall grow the stronger for this breach, with me.
[They shake hands. Dol. Why, so, my good baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours, That scarce have smiled twice since the king came in, A feast of laughter at our follies? Rascals, Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride, Or you t' have but a hole to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay ear-rent? No, agree. And may don Provost ride a feasting long,
In his old velvet jerkin and stain'd scarfs,
Sub. Royal Dol!
Spoken like Claridiana, and thyself.
Face. For which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be styled Dol Common, but Dol Proper,
Dol Singular: the longest cut at night,
Shall draw thee for his Dol Particular.
[Bell rings without. Sub. Who's that? one rings. To the window, Dol: [Exit DOL.]-pray heaven,
The master do not trouble us this quarter.
Face. O, fear not him. While there dies one a week O' the plague, he's safe, from thinking toward London : Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now;
I had a letter from him. If he do,
He'll send such word, for airing of the house,
Sub. Who is it, Dol!
Dol. A fine young quodling.
My lawyer's clerk, I lighted on last night,
(I told you of him) a familiar,
To rifle with at horses, and win cups.
Dol. O, let him in.
Sub. Stay. Who shall do't?
Face. Get you
Your robes on: I will meet him as going out.
Dol. And what shall I do?
Face. [aloud and retiring.] God be wi' you, sir,
I pray you let him know that I was here:
His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but---
Face. Who's that?-He's come, I think, doctor.
Good faith, sir, I was going away.
Dap. In truth,
I am very sorry, captain.
Face. But I thought Sure I should meet you.
Dap. Ay, I am very glad.
I had a scurvy writ or two to make,
And I had lent my watch last night to one
Re-enter SUBTLE, in his velvet Cap and Gown.
Is this the cunning man?
Face. This is his worship.
Dap. Is he a doctor?
Dap. And you have broke with him, captain?
Dap. And how?
Face. Faith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty
I know not what to say.
Dap. Not so, good captain.
Face. Would I were fairly rid of it,
Dap. Nay, now you grieve me, sir.
I dare assure you, I'll not be ungrateful.
Why should you
Face. I cannot think you will, sir. But the law
Is such a thing
Falling so lately.
-and then he says, Read's matter
Dap. Read he was an ass,
Face. It was a clerk, sir.
Face. Nay, hear me, sir, you know the law
Dap. I should, sir, and the danger : You know I shew'd the statute to you.
Face. You did so.
Dap. And will I tell then! By this hand of flesh, Would it might never write good court-hand more, If I discover. What do you think of me,
That I am a chiaus ?
Face. What's that?
Dap. The Turk was here.
As one would say, do you think I am a Turk}
Dap. Do, good sweet captain.
Face. Come, noble doctor, pray thee let's prevail; This is the gentleman, and he has no chiaus.
Sub. Captain, I have return'd you all my answer. I would do much, sir, for your love-But this I neither may, nor can.
Face. Tut, do not say so.
You deal now with a noble fellow, doctor,
One that will thank you richly; and he has no chiaus. Let that, sir, move you.
Sub. Pray you, forbear
Face. He has
Four angels here.
Sub. You do me wrong, good sir.
Face. Doctor, wherein to tempt you with these spirits!
Sub. To tempt my art and love, sir, to my peril. Fore heaven, I scarce can think you are my friend, That so would draw me to apparent danger.
Face. I draw you! a horse draw you, and a halter, You, and your flies together
Dap. Nay, good captain.
Face. That know no difference of men.
Sub. Good words, sir.
Face. Good deeds, sir, doctor dogs-meat. 'Slight, I bring you
No cheating Clim o' the Cloughs, or Claribels,
Face. Nor any melancholic under-scribe,
That knows the law, and writes you six fair hands,
Will take his oath o' the Greek Testament,
If need be, in his pocket; and can court
Dap. Nay, dear captain
Face. Did you not tell me so?
Dap. Yes; but I'd have you
Use master doctor with some more respect.
Face. Hang him, proud stag, with his broad velvet
But for your sake, I'd choak, ere I would change