Dap. Ay, 'tis true, sir; But I do think now I shall leave the law, Face. Why, this changes quite the case. Dap. If you please, sir; All's one to him, I see. Face. What! for that money? I can not with my conscience; nor should you Make the request, methinks. Dap. No, sir; I mean To add consideration. Face. Why, then, sir, I'll try. [Goes to SUBTLE.] Say that it were for all games, doctor? Sub. I say thee, not a mouth shall eat for him At any ordinary, but on the score, That is a gaming mouth, conceive me. Face. Indeed! Sub. He'll draw you all the treasure of the realm, If it be set him. Face. Speak you this from art? Sub. Ay, sir, and reason too, the ground of art. He is of the only best complexion The Queen of Fairy loves. Face. What! Is he? Sub. Peace. He'll overhear you. Sir, should she but see him Sub. Do not you tell him. Face. Will he win at cards too? Sub. The spirits of dead Holland, living Isaac, You'd swear were in him! such a vigorous luck As can not be resisted. 'Slight, he'll put Six of your gallants to a cloke, indeed. Face. A strange success, that some man shall be born. Dap. Sir, I'll not be ungrateful. Face. Faith, I have confidence in his good nature: You hear, he says he will not be ungrateful. Sub. Why, as you please; my venture follows yours. Face. Troth, do it, doctor; think him trusty, and make him. He may make us both happy in an hour; Win some five thousand pounds, and send us two on't. Dap. Believe it, and I will, sir. Face. And you shall, sir. You have heard all! Dap. No, what was't? Nothing, I, sir. Face. Nothing ! Dap. A little, sir. Face. Well, a rare star Reigned at your birth. Dap. At mine, sir! No. Swears that you are Sub. Nay, captain, you'll tell all now. Believe it no such matter Face. Yes, and that You were born with a caul on your head. Dap. Who says so? Face. Come, [Takes him aside. You know it well enough, though you dissemble it. Dap. I' fac, I do not: you are mistaken. Face. How! Swear by your fac? And in a thing so known Unto the doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you When you have won five or six thousand pounds, Dap. By Jove, sir, I'll win ten thousand pounds, and send you half. Sub. No, no; he did but jest. Face. Go to. Go thank the doctor: he's your friend, When must he come for his familiar? Dap. Shall I not have it with me? There must be a world of ceremonies pass; Face. Not, if she danced, to-night. Face. Did you never see Her royal grace yet? Dap. Whom? Face. Your aunt of Fairy? Sub. Not since she kissed him in the cradle, captain; I can resolve you that. Face. Well, see her grace, Whate'er it cost you, for a thing that I know. It will be somewhat hard to compass; but However, see her. If you can see her. You are made, believe it, Her grace is a lone woman, And very rich; and if she take a fancy, She will do strange things. See her at any hand. 'Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has : It is the doctor's fear. Dap. How will't be done, then? Face. Let me alone, take you no thought. Do you But say to me, Captain, I'll see her grace. Dap. Captain, I'll see her grace. Face. Enough. Sub. Who's there? [Knocking within. Anon. Conduct him forth by the back way. [Aside to FACE. Sir, against one o'clock prepare yourself, Till when you must be fasting; only take Then bathe your fingers' end and wash your eyes, [Exit. Dap. I warrant you. Face. Well then, away. It is but your bestowing What grace her grace may do you in clean linen. [Exeunt FACE and DAPPER. Sub. [Within.] Come in! Good wives, I pray you forbear me now; Troth I can do you no good till afternoon. Re-enters, followed by DRUGGER. What is your name, say you Abel Drugger? Drug. Yes, sir. Sub. A seller of tobacco? Drug. Yes, sir. Sub. Umph! Free of the grocers? Drug. Ay, an 't please you. Sub. Well Your business, Abel? Drug. This, an't please your worship; I am a young beginner, and am building Of a new shop, an't like your worship, just At corner of a street: Here is the plot on 'tAnd I would know by art, sir, of your worship, Which way I should make my door, by necromancy, And where my shelves: and which should be for boxes, And which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir: And I was wish'd to your worship by a gentleman, One Captain Face, that says you know men's planets, And their good angels, and their bad. Sub. I do, If I do see them Re-enter FACE. Face. What! my honest Abel? Thou art well met here. Drug. Troth, sir, I was speaking, Just as your worship came here, of your worship: Face. He shall do anything. - Doctor do you hear? This is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow; He lets me have good tobacco, and he does not Nor washes it in muscadel and grains, A neat, spruce, honest fellow, and no goldsmith. Sub. He is a fortunate fellow, that I am sure on. Face. Already, sir, have you found it? Lo thee, Abel! Sub. And in right way toward riches Face. Sir! Sub. This summer He will be of the clothing of his company, And next spring call'd to the scarlet; spend what he can. Face. What, and so little beard? Sub. Sir, you must think He may have a receipt to make hair come : But he'll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine for't; His fortune looks for him another way. Face. 'Slid, doctor, how canst thou know this so soon? I am amused at that! Sub. By a rule, captain, In metoposcopy, which I do work by ; A certain star in the forehead, which you see not. Your chestnut or your olive-colour'd face Does never fail: and your long ear doth promise. And on the nail of his mercurial finger. Face. Which finger's that? Sub. His little finger. Look. You were born upon a Wednesday? Drug. Yes, indeed, sir. Sub. The thumb, in chiromancy, we give Venus; The fore-finger to Jove; the midst to Saturn; The ring to Sol; the least to Mercury, Who was the lord, sir, of his horoscope, His house of life being Libra; which foreshowed He should be a merchant, and should trade with balance. That shall yield him such a commodity Of drugs. This is the west, and this the south? [Pointing to the plan. Sub. Make me your door, then, south; your broadside, west: And on the east side of your shop, aloft, Write Mathlai, Tarmiel, and Baraborat; Upon the north part, Rael, Velel, Thiel. They are the names of those mercurial spirits That do fright flies from boxes. Drug. Yes, sir. Sub. And Beneath your threshold bury me a loadstone |