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Mam. No,

I cannot tell-It may be they should-What then? Love. What a great loss in hope have you sustain'd! Mam. Not I, the common-wealth has.

Face. Ay, he would have built

The new city; and made a ditch about it
Of silver, should have run with cream from Hogsden;
That, every Sunday, in Moor-fields, the younkers,
And tits and tom-boys should have fed on, gratis.

Mam. I will go mount a turnip-cart, and preach
The end of the world, within these two months. Surly,
What in a dream?

Sur. Must I needs cheat myself,

With that same foolish vice of honesty !
Come, let us go and hearken out the rogues :
That Face I'll mark for mine, if e'er I meet him.

Face. If I can hear of him, sir, I'll bring you word, Unto your lodging; for in troth, they were strangers To me, I thought them honest as my self, sir.

[Exeunt MAM. and SUR.


Tri. 'Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go, And get some carts

Love. For what, my zealous friends?

Ana. To bear away the portion of the righteous Out of this den of thieves.

Love. What is that portion?

Ana. The goods sometimes the orphan's, that the brethren

Bought with their silver pence.

Love. What, those in the cellar,

The knight Sir Mammon claims ?

Ana. I do defy.

The wicked Mammon, so do all the brethren,


Thou profane man! I ask thee with what conscience
Thou canst advance that idol against us,

That have the seal? were not the shillings number'd,
That made the pounds; were not the pounds told out,
Upon the second day of the fourth week,
In the eighth month, upon the table dormant,
The year of the last patience of the saints,
Six hundred and ten?

Love. Mine earnest vehement botcher,
And deacon also, I cannot dispute with you:
But if you get you not away the sooner,
I shall confute you with a cudgel.

Ana. Sir!

Tri. Be patient, Ananias.

Ana. I am strong.

And will stand up, well girt, against an host
That threaten Gad in exile.

Love. I shall send you

To Amsterdam to your cellar.
Ana I will pray there,

Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls,
And wasps and hornets breed beneath thy roof,
This seat of falsehood, and this cave of cozenage!
[Exeunt ANA. and TRIB.


Love. Another too?

Drug. Not I, sir, I am no brother.

Love. [beats him.] Away, you Harry Nicholas ! do you talk?

Face. No, this was Abel Drugger.

[Exit DRUG. Good sir, go, [To the Parson.

And satisfy him; tell him all is done :
He staid too long a washing of his face.
The doctor, he shall hear of him at West-chester;

And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth, or
Some good port-town else, lying for a wind.

[Exit Parson.

If you can get off the angry child, now, sir-
Enter KASTRIL, dragging in his sister.

Kas. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly, have you not?

Did not I say, I would never have you tupp'd
But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a lady-tom?
'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now.
Death, mun' you marry, with a pox!

Love. You lie, boy;

As sound as you; and I'm aforehand with you.

Kas. Anon!

Why do you not buckle to your tools?

Kas. Od's light,

This is a fine old boy as e'er I saw !

Love. Come, will you quarrel? I will feize you, sirrah;

Love. What, do you change your copy now? proceed, Here stands my dove: stoop at her, if you dare.

Kas. 'Slight, I must love him! I cannot choose, i' faith,

An I should be hang'd for't! Suster, I protest,
I honour thee for this match.

Love. O, do you so, sir?

Kas. Yes, an thou canst take tobacco and drink, old boy,

I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage, Than her own state.

Love. Fill a pipe full, Jeremy.

Face. Yes; but go in and take it, sir.
Love. We will-

I will be ruled by thee in anything, Jeremy,

Kas. 'Slight, thou art not hide-bound, thou art a jovy boy!

Come, let us in, I pray thee, and take our whiffs.
Love. Whiff in with your sister, brother boy. [Exeunt
KAS. and Dame P.] That master.
That had received such happiness by a servant,
In such a widow, and with so much wealth,
Were very ungrateful, if he would not be
A little indulgent to that servant's wit,
And help his fortune, though with some small strain
Of his own candour. [advancing.]-Therefore, gentle-


And kind spectators, if I have outstript

An old man's gravity, or strict canon, think
What a young wife and a good brain may do ;
Stretch age's truth sometimes, and crack it too.
Speak for thy self, knave.

Face. So I will, sir. [advancing to the front of the stage.] Gentlemen,

My part a little fell in this last scene.

Yet 'twas decorum. And though I am clean
Got off from Subtle, Surly, Mammon, Dol,
Hot Ananias, Dapper, Drugger, all
With whom I traded: yet I put my self
On you, that are my country: and this pelf,
Which I have got, if you do quit me, rests
To feast you often, and invite new guests.




Catiline: bis Conspiracy.

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