SceneII

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Scene

II

A room in the same.

Enter Subtle, leading in Dapper, with his eyes bound as before.

Subtle

How! You have eaten your gag?

Dapper

Yes faith, it crumbled

Away in my mouth.

Subtle

You have spoiled all then.

Dapper

No!

I hope my aunt of Fairy will forgive me.

Subtle

Your aunt’s a gracious lady; but in troth

You were to blame.

Dapper

The fume did overcome me,

And I did do’t to stay my stomach. ’Pray you

So satisfy her Grace.

Enter Face, in his uniform.

Here comes the Captain.

Face

How now! Is his mouth down?

Subtle

Ay, he has spoken!

Face

A pox, I heard him, and you too.⁠—He’s undone then.⁠—

I have been fain to say, the house is haunted

With spirits, to keep churl back.

Subtle

And hast thou done it?

Face

Sure, for this night.

Subtle

Why, then triumph and sing

Of Face so famous, the precious king

Of present wits.

Face

Did you not hear the coil

About the door?

Subtle

Yes, and I dwindled with it.

Face

Show him his aunt, and let him be dispatched:

I’ll send her to you.

Exit Face.

Subtle

Well, sir, your aunt her Grace

Will give you audience presently, on my suit,

And the Captain’s word that you did not eat your gag

In any contempt of her Highness.

Unbinds his eyes.

Dapper

Not I, in troth, sir.

Enter Dol, like the Queen of Fairy.

Subtle

Here she is come. Down o’ your knees and wriggle:

She has a stately presence.

Dapper kneels, and shuffles towards her.

Good! Yet nearer,

And bid, God save you!

Dapper

Madam!

Subtle

And your aunt.

Dapper

And my most gracious aunt, God save your Grace.

Dol Common

Nephew, we thought to have been angry with you;

But that sweet face of yours hath turned the tide,

And made it flow with joy, that ebbed of love.

Arise, and touch our velvet gown.

Subtle

The skirts,

And kiss ’em. So!

Dol Common

Let me now stroke that head.

“Much, nephew, shalt thou win, much shalt thou spend,

Much shalt thou give away, much shalt thou lend.”

Subtle

Aside. Ay, much! Indeed.⁠—Why do you not thank her Grace?

Dapper

I cannot speak for joy.

Subtle

See, the kind wretch!

Your Grace’s kinsman right.

Dol Common

Give me the bird.

Here is your fly in a purse, about your neck, cousin;

Wear it, and feed it about this day sev’n-night,

On your right wrist⁠—

Subtle

Open a vein with a pin,

And let it suck but once a week; till then,

You must not look on’t.

Dol Common

No: and kinsman,

Bear yourself worthy of the blood you come on.

Subtle

Her Grace would have you eat no more Woolsack pies,

Nor Dagger frumety.

Dol Common

Nor break his fast

In Heaven and Hell.

Subtle

She’s with you everywhere!

Nor play with costermongers, at mum-chance, tray-trip,

God make you rich; (when as your aunt has done it);

But keep

The gallantest company, and the best games⁠—

Dapper

Yes, sir.

Subtle

Gleek and primero; and what you get, be true to us.

Dapper

By this hand, I will.

Subtle

You may bring’s a thousand pound

Before tomorrow night, if but three thousand

Be stirring, an you will.

Dapper

I swear I will then.

Subtle

Your fly will learn you all games.

Face

Within. Have you done there?

Subtle

Your Grace will command him no more duties?

Dol Common

No:

But come, and see me often. I may chance

To leave him three or four hundred chests of treasure,

And some twelve thousand acres of Fairyland,

If he game well and comely with good gamesters.

Subtle

There’s a kind aunt! Kiss her departing part.⁠—

But you must sell your forty mark a year, now.

Dapper

Ay, sir, I mean.

Subtle

Or, give’t away; pox on’t!

Dapper

I’ll give’t mine aunt. I’ll go and fetch the writings.

Exit.

Subtle

’Tis well⁠—away!

Reenter Face.

Face

Where’s Subtle?

Subtle

Here: what news?

Face

Drugger is at the door, go take his suit,

And bid him fetch a parson, presently;

Say, he shall marry the widow. Thou shalt spend

A hundred pound by the service!

Exit Subtle.

Now, queen Dol,

Have you packed up all?

Dol Common

Yes.

Face

And how do you like

The lady Pliant?

Dol Common

A good dull innocent.

Reenter Subtle.

Subtle

Here’s your Hieronimo’s cloak and hat.

Face

Give me them.

Subtle

And the ruff too?

Face

Yes; I’ll come to you presently.

Exit.

Subtle

Now he is gone about his project, Dol,

I told you of, for the widow.

Dol Common

’Tis direct

Against our articles.

Subtle

Well, we will fit him, wench.

Hast thou gulled her of her jewels or her bracelets?

Dol Common

No; but I will do’t.

Subtle

Soon at night, my Dolly,

When we are shipped, and all our goods aboard,

Eastward for Ratcliff, we will turn our course

To Brainford, westward, if thou sayst the word,

And take our leaves of this o’er-weening rascal,

This peremptory Face.

Dol Common

Content, I’m weary of him.

Subtle

Thou’st cause, when the slave will run a wiving, Dol,

Against the instrument that was drawn between us.

Dol Common

I’ll pluck his bird as bare as I can.

Subtle

Yes, tell her,

She must by any means address some present

To the cunning man, make him amends for wronging

His art with her suspicion; send a ring,

Or chain of pearl; she will be tortured else

Extremely in her sleep, say, and have strange things

Come to her. Wilt thou?

Dol Common

Yes.

Subtle

My fine flitter-mouse,

My bird o’ the night! We’ll tickle it at the Pigeons,

When we have all, and may unlock the trunks,

And say, this’s mine, and thine; and thine, and mine.

They kiss.

Reenter Face.

Face

What now! A billing?

Subtle

Yes, a little exalted

In the good passage of our stock-affairs.

Face

Drugger has brought his parson; take him in, Subtle,

And send Nab back again to wash his face.

Subtle

I will: and shave himself?

Exit.

Face

If you can get him.

Dol Common

You are hot upon it, Face, whate’er it is!

Face

A trick that Dol shall spend ten pound a month by.

Reenter Subtle.

Is he gone?

Subtle

The chaplain waits you in the hall, sir.

Face

I’ll go bestow him.

Exit.

Dol Common

He’ll now marry her, instantly.

Subtle

He cannot yet, he is not ready. Dear Dol,

Cozen her of all thou canst. To deceive him

Is no deceit, but justice, that would break

Such an inextricable tie as ours was.

Dol Common

Let me alone to fit him.

Reenter Face.

Face

Come, my venturers,

You have packed up all? Where be the trunks? Bring forth.

Subtle

Here.

Face

Let us see them. Where’s the money?

Subtle

Here,

In this.

Face

Mammon’s ten pound; eight score before:

The Brethren’s money, this. Drugger’s and Dapper’s.

What paper’s that?

Dol Common

The jewel of the waiting maid’s,

That stole it from her lady, to know certain⁠—

Face

If she should have precedence of her mistress?

Dol Common

Yes.

Face

What box is that?

Subtle

The fishwives’ rings, I think,

And the alewives’ single money. Is’t not, Dol?

Dol Common

Yes; and the whistle that the sailor’s wife

Brought you to know an her husband were with Ward.

Face

We’ll wet it tomorrow; and our silver-beakers

And tavern cups. Where be the French petticoats,

And girdles and hangers?

Subtle

Here, in the trunk,

And the bolts of lawn.

Face

Is Drugger’s damask there,

And the tobacco?

Subtle

Yes.

Face

Give me the keys.

Dol Common

Why you the keys?

Subtle

No matter, Dol; because

We shall not open them before he comes.

Face

’Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed;

Nor have them forth, do you see? Not forth, Dol.

Dol Common

No!

Face

No, my smock rampant. The right is, my master

Knows all, has pardoned me, and he will keep them;

Doctor, ’tis true⁠—you look⁠—for all your figures:

I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners,

Both he and she be satisfied; for here

Determines the indenture tripartite

’Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do

Is to help you over the wall, o’ the backside,

Or lend you a sheet to save your velvet gown, Dol.

Here will be officers presently, bethink you

Of some course suddenly to ’scape the dock:

For thither you will come else.

Loud knocking.

Hark you, thunder.

Subtle

You are a precious fiend!

Officer

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 Common

Hang you!

Face

Or madam Caesarean.

Dol Common

Pox 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

A customer now and then, for old acquaintance:

What new course have you?

Subtle

Rogue, I’ll hang myself;

That I may walk a greater devil than thou,

And haunt thee in the flock-bed and the buttery.

Exeunt.