Dol. No! Face. No, my smock rampart. The right is, my master 'Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do Is to help you over the wall, o' the back-side, Of some course suddenly to escape the dock: For thither you will come else. [Loud knocking.]— Hark you, thunder. Sub. You are a precious fiend! Offi. [Without.] Open the door. Face. Dol, I am sorry for thee, i' faith; but hear 'st thou? It shall go hard but I will place thee somewhere: Thou shalt have my letter to Mistress Amo Dol. Hang you! Face. Or Madame Cæsarean. Dol. Out upon you, rogue! Would I had but time to beat thee! Face. Subtle, Let's know where you set up next; I will send you Sub. Rogue, I'll hang myself, That I may walk a greater devil than thou, And haunt thee in the flock-bed and the buttery. SCENE III.— AN OUTER ROOM IN THE SAME [Exeunt. Enter LOVEWIT in the Spanish dress, with the Parson. [Loud knocking at the door.] Love. What do you mean, my masters? Cheaters, thieves, conjurors. Offi. [Without.] Or we will break it open. Offi. [Without.] Warrant enough, sir, doubt not, If you'll not open it. Love. Is there an officer, there? Offi. [Without.] Yes, two or three for failing. Love. Have but patience, And I will open it straight. Enter FACE as butler. Face. Sir, have you done? Is it a marriage? perfect? Love. Yes, my brain. Face. Off with your ruff and cloak then; be yourself, sir. 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. And can not stay this violence? First Offi. Keep the peace. Are you officers, 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. Second 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. Love. The house is mine here, and the doors are open. If there be any such persons as you seek for, Use your authority, search on, o' God's name. Mam. Are they gone? Love. You may go in and search, sir. [MAMMON, Ana. and TRIB. go in.] Here, I find The empty walls worse than I left them, smoked, A few cracked pots and glasses, and a furnace : 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, Sur. How have I lost her then? Love. Were you the don, sir? Good faith, now, she does blame you extremely, and says Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit, Re-enter MAMMON. Mam. The whole nest are fled! 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, Beside my first materials; and my goods, 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 yourself, I will not hold them. Love. That you shall not, sir, By me, in troth: upon these terms, they are yours. Mam. No, I can not tell It may be they should What then? Love. What a great loss in hope have you sustain'd! Mam. Not I, the commonwealth has. Face. Ay, he would have built The city new; and made a ditch about it Of silver, should have run with cream from Hogsden; Mam. I will go mount a turnip-cart, and preach 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. [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? The wicked Mammon, so do all the brethren, 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, Love. Another too? Enter DRUGGER. Drug. Not I, sir, I am no brother. [Exeunt ANA. and TRIB. Love. [Beats him.] Away, you Harry Nicholas ! do you talk? Face. No, this was Abel Drugger. Good sir, go, [Exit DRUG. [To the PARSON. And satisfy him; tell him all is done : Enter KASTRIL dragging in his sister. [Exit PARSON. Kas. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly, have you not? 'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now. Death, mun' you marry, with a plague ! |