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Drugger. Yes, sir; 'twas done for spite.
Face. Nay, so says the doctor.
Kastril. Pray thee, tobacco-boy, go fetch my suster;
I'll see this learned boy before I go;
And so shall she.
Face. Sir, he is busy now:
But if you have a sister to fetch hither,
Perhaps your own pains may command her sooner;
And he by that time will be free.
Kastril. I go. [Exit.]
Face. Drugger, she's thine: the damask! - [Exit Abel.] Subtle and I
Must wrestle for her. [Aside.] - Come on, master Dapper,
You see how I turn clients here away,
To give your cause dispatch: have you perform'd
The ceremonies were enjoin'd you !
Dapper. Yes, of the vinegar,
And the clean shirt.
Face. 'Tis well: that shirt may do you
More worship than you think. Your aunt's a-fire,
But that she will not shew it, t' have a sight of you.
Have you provided for her grace's servants ?
Dapper. Yes, here are six score Edward shillings.
Face. Good !
Dapper. And an old Harry's sovereign.
Face. Very good !
Dapper. And three James shillings, and an Elizabeth groat,
Just twenty nobles.
Face. O, you are too just.
I would you had had the other noble in Maries.
Dapper. I have some Philip and Maries.
Face. Ay, those same
Are best of all: where are they ? Hark, the doctor.
[Enter Subtle, disguised like a priest of Fairy, with a stripe of cloth.]
Subtle. [In a feigned voice.] Is yet her grace's cousin come?
Face. He is come.
Subtle. And is he fasting ?
Face. Yes.
Subtle. And hath cried hum ?
Face. Thrice, you must answer.
Dapper. Thrice.
Subtle. And as oft buz ?
Face. If you have, say.
Dapper. I have.
Subtle. Then, to her cuz,
Hoping that he hath vinegar'd his senses,
As he was bid, the Fairy queen dispenses,
By me, this robe, the petticoat of fortune;
Which that he straight put on, she doth importune.
And though to fortune near be her petticoat,
Yet nearer is her smock, the queen doth note:
And therefore, ev'n of that a piece she hath sent,
Which, being a child, to wrap him in was rent;
And prays him for a scarf he now will wear it,
With as much love as then her grace did tear it,
About his eyes, [They blind him with the rag.] to shew he is fortunate.
And, trusting unto her to make his state,
He'll throw away all worldly pelf about him;
Which that he will perform, she doth not doubt him.
Face. She need not doubt him, sir. Alas, he has nothing,
But what he will part withal as willingly,
Upon her grace's word - throw away your purse -
As she would ask it: - handkerchiefs and all -
[He throws away, as they bid him.]
She cannot bid that thing, but he'll obey. -
If you have a ring about you, cast it off,
Or a silver seal at your wrist; her grace will send
Her fairies here to search you, therefore deal
Directly with her highness: if they find
That you conceal a mite, you are undone.
Dapper. Truly, there's all.
Face. All what !
Dapper. My money; truly.
Face. Keep nothing that is transitory about you.
Bid Dol play music. [Aside to Subtle.] - Look, the elves are come
[Dol plays on the cittern within.]
To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Advise you.
[They pinch him.]
Dapper. O ! I have a paper with a spur-ryal in't.
Face. Ti, ti.
They knew't, they say.
Subtle. Ti, ti, ti, ta. He has more yet.
Face. Ti, ti-ti-ti. In the other pocket ? [Aside to Sub.]
Subtle. Titi, titi, titi, titi, titi.
They must pinch him or he will never confess, they say.
[They pinch him again.]
Dapper. O, O !
Face. Nay, pray you hold: he is her grace's nephew,
Ti, ti, ti? What care you! good faith, you shall care. -
Deal plainly, sir, and shame the fairies. Shew
You are innocent.
Dapper. By this good light, I have nothing.
Subtle. Ti, ti, ti, ti, to, ta. He does equivocate, she says:
Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da; and swears by the light when he is blinded.
Dapper. By this good dark, I have nothing but a half-crown
Of gold about my wrist, that my love gave me;
And a leaden heart I wore since she forsook me.
Face. I thought 'twas something. And would you incur
Your aunt's displeasure for these trifles ? Come,
I had rather you had thrown away twenty half-crowns.
[Takes it off.]
You may wear your leaden heart still. -
[Enter Dol hastily.]
How now !
Subtle. What news, Dol ?
Dol. Yonder's your knight, sir Mammon.
Face. 'Ods lid, we never thought of him till now !
Where is he ?
Dol. Here hard by: he is at the door.
Subtle. And you are not ready, now ! Dol, get his suit.
[Exit Dol.]
He must not be sent back.
Face. O by no means.
What shall we do with this same puffin here,
Now he's on the spit ?
Subtle. Why, lay him back awhile,
With some device.
[Re-enter Dol with Face's clothes.]
-Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, Would her grace speak with me ! [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]