Will give the cause, forsooth! you will insult,
And claim a primacy in the divisions !
You must be chief! as if you only had
The powder to project with, and the work
Were not begun out of equality?

The venture tripartite? all things in common?
Without priority? 'Sdeath! you perpetual curs,
Fall to your couples again, and cozen kindly,
And heartily, and lovingly, as you should,
And lose not the beginning of a term,
Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too,
And take my part, and quit you.

Face. 'Tis his fault;

He ever murmurs, and objects his pains,

And says, the weight of all lies upon him.
Sub. Why, so it does.

Dol. How does it? Do not we

Sustain our parts?

Sub. Yes, but they are not equal.

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. Death on me!

Help me to throttle him.

Sub. Dorothy! Mistress Dorothy!

[Seizes SUB. by the throat.

'Ods precious, I'll do anything. What do you mean?

Dol. Because o' your fermentation and cibation?

Sub. Not I, by heaven

Dol. Your Sol and Luna

Help me.

[To FACE.

Sub. Would I were hang'd then? I'll conform myself.
Dol. Will you, sir? Do so then, and quickly: swear.
Sub. What shall 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 those speeches as a spur

To him.

Dol. I hope we need no spurs, sir. Do we?
Face. 'Slid, prove to-day who shall shark best.

Sub. Agreed.

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,
My noble sovereign and worthy general,
Ere we contribute a new crewel garter
To his most worsted worship.

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 Doll 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. Oh, 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
As you shall have sufficient time to quit it:
Though we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter.

My lawyer's clerk I lighted on last night

In Holborn, at the Dagger. He would have

(I told you of him) a familiar,

To rifle with at horses, and win cups.

Dol. Oh, 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. Not be seen; away!

Seem you very

Sub. Enough.

reserv'd.

Face. [Aloud and retiring.] God be wi' you, sir,

[Exit DOL.

[Exit.

I pray you, let him know that I was here:

His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but
Dap. [Within.] Captain, I am here.

Face. Who's that?

He's come, I think, doctor.

Enter DAPPER.

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

That dines to-day at the sheriff's, and so was robb'd
Of my pastime.

Re-enter SUBTLE, in his velvet cap and gown.

Is this the cunning-man?

Face. This is his worship.

Dap. Is he a doctor?

Face. Yes.

Dap. And you have broke with him, captain?
Face. Ay.

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, believe me.

Dap. Nay, now you grieve me, sir.

Why should you wish so?

I dare assure you, I'll not be ungrateful.
Face. I can not think you will, sir.

But the law

Is such a thing and then he says, Read's matter
Falling so lately

Dap. Read! he was an ass,

And dealt, sir, with a fool.

Face. It was a clerk, sir.

Dap. A clerk !

Face. Nay, hear me, sir, you know the law

Better, I think

Dap. I should, sir, and the danger:

You know, I showed 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 Chiause?

Face. What's that?

Dap. The Turk was here.

As one would say, do you think I am a Turk?
Face. I'll tell the doctor so.

Dap. Do, good sweet captain.

Face. Come, noble doctor, pray thee, let's prevail; This is the gentleman, and he is no chiause.

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 is no chiause.
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 of the Cloughs, or Claribels,

That look as big as five-and-fifty, and flush;

And spit out secrets like hot custard

Dap. Captain!

Face. Nor any melancholic under-scribe,
Shall tell the vicar, but a special gentle,
That is the heir to forty marks a year,
Consorts with the small poets of the time,
Is the sole hope of his old grandmother;

That knows the law, and writes you six fair hands,
Is a fine clerk, and has his cyphering perfect,

Will take his oath o' the Greek Testament,
If need be, in his pocket; and can court
His mistress out of Ovid.

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 head!

But for your sake, I'd choke ere I would change

An article of breath with such a puckfist:

Come, let's be gone.

Sub. Pray you, let me speak with you.
Dap. His worship calls you, captain.
Face. I am sorry

I e'er embark'd myself in such a business.
Dap. Nay, good sir; he did call you.
Face. Will he take then?

Sub. First, hear me

Face. Not a syllable, 'less you take.

Sub. Pray you, sir

Face. Upon no terms, but an assumpsit.

Sub. Your humour must be law.

Face. Why, now, sir, talk.

[Going.

[He takes the four angels.

[Offering to whisper FACE.

Now I dare hear you with mine honour. Speak.

So may this gentleman too.

Sub. Why, sir

Face. No whispering.

Sub. 'Fore heaven, you do not apprehend the loss

You do yourself in this.

Face. Wherein? for what?

Sub. Marry, to be so importunate for one

That, when he has it, will undo you all;

He'll win up all the money in the town.

Face. How !

Sub. Yes, and blow up gamester after gamester, As they do crackers in a puppet play.

If I do give him a familiar,

Give you him all you play for; never set him:
For he will have it.

Face. You are mistaken, doctor.

Why he does ask one but for cups and horses

A rifling fly; none of your great familiars.

Dap. Yes, captain, I would have it for all games.

Sub. I told you so.

Face. [Taking DAP. aside.] 'Slight, that is a new business!

I understood you, a tame bird, to fly

Twice in a term, or so, on Friday nights,

When you had left the office, for a nag

Of forty or fifty shillings.