Enter FACE, as butler. Face. Sir, have you done? Is it a marriage? perfect? [sir. Face. Off with your ruff and cloak then; be yourself, Sur. [without.] Down with the door. Kas. [without.] 'Slight, ding it open. Love. [opening the door.] Hold, Hold, gentlemen, what means this violence? MAMMON, SURLY, KASTRIL, ANANIAS, TRIBULATION, and Officers, rush in. Mam. Where is this collier? Sur. And my captain Face? Mam. These day owls. Sur. That are birding in men's purses. Mam. Madam suppository, Kas. Doxy, my suster. Ana. Locusts, Of the foul pit. Tri. Profane as Bel and the dragon. Ana. Worse than the grasshoppers, or the lice of Egypt. Love. Good gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers, And cannot stay this violence? 1 Offi. Keep the peace. Love. Gentlemen, what is the matter? whom do you seek? Mam. The chemical cozener. Sur. And the captain pander. Kas. The nun my suster. Mam. Madam Rabbi. Ana. Scorpions, And caterpillars. Love. Fewer at once, I pray you. 2 Offi. One after another, gentlemen, I charge you, By virtue of my staff. Ana. They are the vessels Of pride, lust, and the cart. Love. Good zeal, lie still A little while. Tri. Peace, deacon Ananias. [open; Love. The house is mine here, and the doors are If there be any such persons as you seek for, Mam. Are they gone? Love. You may go in and search, sir. [MAMMON, The empty walls worse than I left them, smoak'd. That is within, that said she was a widow Kas. Ay, that's my suster; I'll go thump her. Where is she? [Goes in. Love. And should have married a Spanish count, but he, When he came to't, neglected her so grossly, That I, a widower, am gone through with her. Sur. How have I lost her then? Love. Were you the don, sir? Good faith, now, she does blame you extremely, and says ; You swore, and told her you had taken the pains Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit, Re-enter MAMMON. Mam. The whole nest are filed! Love. What sort of birds were they ! Mam. A kind of choughs, Or thievish daws, sir, that have pick'd my purse Of eight score and ten pounds within these five weeks, That lie in the cellar, which I am glad they have left, Love. Think you so, sir? Mam. Ay. Love. By order of law, sir, but not otherwise. Mam. Not mine own stuff! Love. Sir, I can take no knowledge That they are yours, but by public means. If you can bring certificate that you were gull'd of them, That you did cozen your self, I will not hold them Love. That you shall not, sir, By me, in troth upon these terms, they are yours. What I should they have been, sir, turn'd into gold, all ! 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; 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. To me, [Exeunt MAM. and SUR. Re-enter ANANIAS and TRIBULATION. 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, ...16... Thou profane man! I ask thee with what conscience That have the seal? were not the shillings number'd, In the eighth month, upon the table dormant, Love. Mine earnest vehement botcher, Ana. Sir! Tri. Be patient, Ananias. Ana. I am strong. And will stand up, well girt, against an host Love. I shall send you To Amsterdam to your cellar. Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls, Enter DRUGGER. 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. And satisfy him; tell him all is done : He staid too long a washing of his face. [Exit DRUG. [To the Parson. Good sir, go, The doctor, he shall hear of him at West-chester; |