Act + 

IV + 

Scene + 

I + 

A room in Lovewit’s house. + 

Enter Face and Mammon. + 

Face + 

O sir, you’re come in the only finest time.⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Where’s master? + 

Face + 

Now preparing for projection, sir. + 

Your stuff will be all changed shortly. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Into gold? + 

Face + 

To gold and silver, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Silver I care not for. + 

Face + 

Yes, sir, a little to give beggars. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Where’s the lady? + 

Face + 

At hand here. I have told her such brave things of you, + 

Touching your bounty, and your noble spirit⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Hast thou? + 

Face + 

As she is almost in her fit to see you. + 

But, good sir, no divinity in your conference, + 

For fear of putting her in rage.⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I warrant thee. + 

Face + 

Six men [sir] will not hold her down: and then, + 

If the old man should hear or see you⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Fear not. + 

Face + 

The very house, sir, would run mad. You know it, + 

How scrupulous he is, and violent, + 

’Gainst the least act of sin. Physic, or mathematics, + 

Poetry, state, or bawdry, as I told you, + 

She will endure, and never startle; but + 

No word of controversy. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I am schooled, good Ulen. + 

Face + 

And you must praise her house, remember that, + 

And her nobility. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Let me alone: + 

No herald, no, nor antiquary, Lungs, + 

Shall do it better. Go. + 

Face + 

Aside. Why, this is yet + 

A kind of modern happiness, to have + 

Dol Common for a great lady. + 

Exit. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Now, Epicure, + 

Heighten thyself, talk to her all in gold; + 

Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops + 

Unto his Danae; show the god a miser, + 

Compared with Mammon. What! The stone will do’t. + 

She shall feel gold, taste gold, hear gold, sleep gold; + 

Nay, we will concumbere gold: I will be puissant, + 

And mighty in my talk to her.⁠— + 

Reenter Face, with Dol richly dressed. + 

Here she comes. + 

Face + 

To him, Dol, suckle him.⁠—This is the noble knight, + 

I told your ladyship⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Madam, with your pardon, + 

I kiss your vesture. + 

Dol Common + 

Sir, I were uncivil + 

If I would suffer that; my lip to you, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I hope my lord your brother be in health, lady. + 

Dol Common + 

My lord, my brother is, though I no lady, sir. + 

Face + 

Aside. Well said, my Guinea bird. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Right noble madam⁠— + 

Face + 

Aside. O, we shall have most fierce idolatry. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

’Tis your prerogative. + 

Dol Common + 

Rather your courtesy. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Were there nought else to enlarge your virtues to me, + 

These answers speak your breeding and your blood. + 

Dol Common + 

Blood we boast none, sir, a poor baron’s daughter. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Poor! And gat you? Profane not. Had your father + 

Slept all the happy remnant of his life + 

After that act, lien but there still, and panted, + 

He had done enough to make himself, his issue, + 

And his posterity noble. + 

Dol Common + 

Sir, although + 

We may be said to want the gilt and trappings, + 

The dress of honour, yet we strive to keep + 

The seeds and the materials. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I do see + 

The old ingredient, virtue, was not lost, + 

Nor the drug money used to make your compound. + 

There is a strange nobility in your eye, + 

This lip, that chin! Methinks you do resemble + 

One of the Austriac princes. + 

Face + 

Very like! + 

Aside. + 

Her father was an Irish costermonger. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

The house of Valois just had such a nose, + 

And such a forehead yet the Medici + 

Of Florence boast. + 

Dol Common + 

Troth, and I have been likened + 

To all these princes. + 

Face + 

Aside. I’ll be sworn, I heard it. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I know not how! It is not anyone, + 

But e’en the very choice of all their features. + 

Face + 

Aside. I’ll in, and laugh. + 

Exit. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

A certain touch, or air, + 

That sparkles a divinity, beyond + 

An earthly beauty! + 

Dol Common + 

O, you play the courtier. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Good lady, give me leave⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

In faith, I may not, + 

To mock me, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

To burn in this sweet flame; + 

The phoenix never knew a nobler death. + 

Dol Common + 

Nay, now you court the courtier, and destroy + 

What you would build. This art, sir, in your words, + 

Calls your whole faith in question. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

By my soul⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

Nay, oaths are made of the same air, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Nature + 

Never bestowed upon mortality + 

A more unblamed, a more harmonious feature; + 

She played the stepdame in all faces else: + 

Sweet Madam, let me be particular⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

Particular, sir! I pray you know your distance. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

In no ill sense, sweet lady; but to ask + 

How your fair graces pass the hours? I see + 

You are lodged here, in the house of a rare man, + 

An excellent artist; but what’s that to you? + 

Dol Common + 

Yes, sir; I study here the mathematics, + 

And distillation. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

O, I cry your pardon. + 

He’s a divine instructor! Can extract + 

The souls of all things by his art; call all + 

The virtues, and the miracles of the sun, + 

Into a temperate furnace; teach dull nature + 

What her own forces are. A man, the emperor + 

Has courted above Kelly; sent his medals + 

And chains, to invite him. + 

Dol Common + 

Ay, and for his physic, sir⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Above the art of Aesculapius, + 

That drew the envy of the thunderer! + 

I know all this, and more. + 

Dol Common + 

Troth, I am taken, sir, + 

Whole with these studies, that contemplate nature. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

It is a noble humour; but this form + 

Was not intended to so dark a use. + 

Had you been crooked, foul, of some coarse mould + 

A cloister had done well; but such a feature + 

That might stand up the glory of a kingdom, + 

To live recluse! Is a mere soloecism, + 

Though in a nunnery. It must not be. + 

I muse, my lord your brother will permit it: + 

You should spend half my land first, were I he. + 

Does not this diamond better on my finger, + 

Than in the quarry? + 

Dol Common + 

Yes. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Why, you are like it. + 

You were created, lady, for the light. + 

Here, you shall wear it; take it, the first pledge + 

Of what I speak, to bind you to believe me. + 

Dol Common + 

In chains of adamant? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Yes, the strongest bands. + 

And take a secret too⁠—here, by your side, + 

Doth stand this hour, the happiest man in Europe. + 

Dol Common + 

You are contended, sir! + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Nay, in true being, + 

The envy of princes and the fear of states. + 

Dol Common + 

Say you so, Sir Epicure? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Yes, and thou shalt prove it, + 

Daughter of honour. I have cast mine eye + 

Upon thy form, and I will rear this beauty + 

Above all styles. + 

Dol Common + 

You mean no treason, sir? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

No, I will take away that jealousy. + 

I am the lord of the philosopher’s stone, + 

And thou the lady. + 

Dol Common + 

How, sir! Have you that? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I am the master of the mystery. + 

This day the good old wretch here o’ the house + 

Has made it for us: now he’s at projection. + 

Think therefore thy first wish now, let me hear it; + 

And it shall rain into thy lap, no shower, + 

But floods of gold, whole cataracts, a deluge, + 

To get a nation on thee. + 

Dol Common + 

You are pleased, sir, + 

To work on the ambition of our sex. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I am pleased the glory of her sex should know, + 

This nook, here, of the Friars is no climate + 

For her to live obscurely in, to learn + 

Physic and surgery, for the constable’s wife + 

Of some odd hundred in Essex; but come forth, + 

And taste the air of palaces; eat, drink + 

The toils of empirics, and their boasted practice; + 

Tincture of pearl, and coral, gold, and amber; + 

Be seen at feasts and triumphs; have it asked, + 

What miracle she is; set all the eyes + 

Of court afire, like a burning glass, + 

And work them into cinders, when the jewels + 

Of twenty states adorn thee, and the light + 

Strikes out the stars! That when thy name is mentioned, + 

Queens may look pale; and we but showing our love, + 

Nero’s Poppaea may be lost in story! + 

Thus will we have it. + 

Dol Common + 

I could well consent, sir. + 

But, in a monarchy, how will this be? + 

The prince will soon take notice, and both seize + 

You and your stone, it being a wealth unfit + 

For any private subject. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

If he knew it. + 

Dol Common + 

Yourself do boast it, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

To thee, my life. + 

Dol Common + 

O, but beware, sir! You may come to end + 

The remnants of your days in a loathed prison, + 

By speaking of it. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

’Tis no idle fear. + 

We’ll therefore go withal, my girl, and live + 

In a free state, where we will eat our mullets, + 

Soused in high-country wines, sup pheasants’ eggs, + 

And have our cockles boiled in silver shells; + 

Our shrimps to swim again, as when they lived, + 

In a rare butter made of dolphins’ milk, + 

Whose cream does look like opals; and with these + 

Delicate meats set ourselves high for pleasure, + 

And take us down again, and then renew + 

Our youth and strength with drinking the elixir, + 

And so enjoy a perpetuity + 

Of life and lust! And thou shalt have thy wardrobe + 

Richer than nature’s, still to change thyself, + 

And vary oftener, for thy pride, than she, + 

Or art, her wise and almost-equal servant. + 

Reenter Face. + 

Face + 

Sir, you are too loud. I hear you every word + 

Into the laboratory. Some fitter place; + 

The garden, or great chamber above. How like you her? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Excellent! Lungs. There’s for thee. + 

Gives him money. + 

Face + 

But do you hear? + 

Good sir, beware, no mention of the Rabbins. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

We think not on ’em. + 

Exeunt Mammon and Dol. + 

Face + 

O, it is well, sir.⁠—Subtle! + 

Enter Subtle. + 

Dost thou not laugh? + 

Subtle + 

Yes; are they gone? + 

Face + 

All’s clear. + 

Subtle + 

The widow is come. + 

Face + 

And your quarrelling disciple? + 

Subtle + 

Ay. + 

Face + 

I must to my captainship again then. + 

Subtle + 

Stay, bring them in first. + 

Face + 

So I meant. What is she? + 

A bonnibel? + 

Subtle + 

I know not. + 

Face + 

We’ll draw lots: + 

You’ll stand to that? + 

Subtle + 

What else? + 

Face + 

O, for a suit, + 

To fall now like a curtain, flap! + 

Subtle + 

To the door, man. + 

Face + 

You’ll have the first kiss, ’cause I am not ready. + 

Exit. + 

Subtle + 

Yes, and perhaps hit you through both the nostrils. + 

Face + 

Within. Who would you speak with? + 

Kastril + 

Within. Where’s the Captain? + 

Face + 

Within. Gone, sir, + 

About some business. + 

Kastril + 

Within. Gone! + 

Face + 

Within. He’ll return straight. + 

But Master Doctor, his lieutenant, is here. + 

Enter Kastril, followed by Dame Pliant. + 

Subtle + 

Come near, my worshipful boy, my terrae fili, + 

That is, my boy of land; make thy approaches: + 

Welcome; I know thy lusts, and thy desires, + 

And I will serve and satisfy them. Begin, + 

Charge me from thence, or thence, or in this line; + 

Here is my centre: ground thy quarrel. + 

Kastril + 

You lie. + 

Subtle + 

How, child of wrath and anger! The loud lie? + 

For what, my sudden boy? + 

Kastril + 

Nay, that look you to, + 

I am aforehand. + 

Subtle + 

O, this is no true grammar, + 

And as ill logic! You must render causes, child, + 

Your first and second intentions, know your canons + 

And your divisions, moods, degrees, and differences, + 

Your predicaments, substance, and accident, + 

Series, extern and intern, with their causes, + 

Efficient, material, formal, final, + 

And have your elements perfect. + 

Kastril + 

Aside. What is this? + 

The angry tongue he talks in? + 

Subtle + 

That false precept, + 

Of being aforehand, has deceived a number, + 

And made them enter quarrels, oftentimes, + 

Before they were aware; and afterward, + 

Against their wills. + 

Kastril + 

How must I do then, sir? + 

Subtle + 

I cry this lady mercy: she should first + 

Have been saluted. + 

Kisses her. + 

I do call you lady, + 

Because you are to be one, ere’t be long, + 

My soft and buxom widow. + 

Kastril + 

Is she, i’faith? + 

Subtle + 

Yes, or my art is an egregious liar. + 

Kastril + 

How know you? + 

Subtle + 

By inspection on her forehead, + 

And subtlety of her lip, which must be tasted + 

Often to make a judgment. + 

Kisses her again. + 

’Slight, she melts + 

Like a myrobolane:⁠—here is yet a line, + 

In rivo frontis, tells me he is no knight. + 

Dame Pliant + 

What is he then, sir? + 

Subtle + 

Let me see your hand. + 

O, your linea fortunae makes it plain; + 

And stella here in monte Veneris. + 

But, most of all, junctura annularis. + 

He is a soldier, or a man of art, lady, + 

But shall have some great honour shortly. + 

Dame Pliant + 

Brother, + 

He’s a rare man, believe me! + 

Reenter Face, in his uniform. + 

Kastril + 

Hold your peace. + 

Here comes the t’other rare man.⁠—’Save you, Captain. + 

Face + 

Good master Kastril! Is this your sister? + 

Kastril + 

Ay, sir. + 

Please you to kiss her, and be proud to know her. + 

Face + 

I shall be proud to know you, lady. + 

Kisses her. + 

Dame Pliant + 

Brother, + 

He calls me lady too. + 

Kastril + 

Ay, peace: I heard it. + 

Takes her aside. + 

Face + 

The count is come. + 

Subtle + 

Where is he? + 

Face + 

At the door. + 

Subtle + 

Why, you must entertain him. + 

Face + 

What will you do + 

With these the while? + 

Subtle + 

Why, have them up, and show them + 

Some fustian book, or the dark glass. + 

Face + 

’Fore God, + 

She is a delicate dabchick! I must have her. + 

Exit. + 

Subtle + 

Must you! Ay, if your fortune will, you must.⁠— + 

Come, sir, the Captain will come to us presently: + 

I’ll have you to my chamber of demonstrations, + 

Where I will show you both the grammar and logic, + 

And rhetoric of quarrelling; my whole method + 

Drawn out in tables; and my instrument, + 

That hath the several scales upon’t, shall make you + 

Able to quarrel at a straw’s-breadth by moonlight. + 

And, lady, I’ll have you look in a glass, + 

Some half an hour, but to clear your eyesight, + 

Against you see your fortune; which is greater, + 

Than I may judge upon the sudden, trust me. + 

Exit, followed by Kastril and Dame Pliant. + 

Reenter Face. + 

Face + 

Where are you, Doctor? + 

Subtle + 

Within. I’ll come to you presently. + 

Face + 

I will have this same widow, now I have seen her, + 

On any composition. + 

Reenter Subtle. + 

Subtle + 

What do you say? + 

Face + 

Have you disposed of them? + 

Subtle + 

I have sent them up. + 

Face + 

Subtle, in troth, I needs must have this widow. + 

Subtle + 

Is that the matter? + 

Face + 

Nay, but hear me. + 

Subtle + 

Go to. + 

If you rebel once, Dol shall know it all: + 

Therefore be quiet, and obey your chance. + 

Face + 

Nay, thou art so violent now⁠—Do but conceive, + 

Thou art old, and canst not serve⁠— + 

Subtle + 

Who cannot? I? + 

’Slight, I will serve her with thee, for a⁠— + 

Face + 

Nay, + 

But understand: I’ll give you composition. + 

Subtle + 

I will not treat with thee; what! Sell my fortune? + 

’Tis better than my birthright. Do not murmur: + 

Win her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol + 

Knows it directly. + 

Face + 

Well, sir, I am silent. + 

Will you go help to fetch in Don in state? + 

Exit. + 

Subtle + 

I follow you, sir. We must keep Face in awe, + 

Or he will overlook us like a tyrant. + 

Reenter Face, introducing Surly disguised as a Spaniard. + 

Brain of a tailor! Who comes here? Don John! + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Señores, beso las manos a vuestras mercedes. + 

Subtle + 

Would you had stooped a little, and kissed our anos! + 

Face + 

Peace, Subtle. + 

Subtle + 

Stab me; I shall never hold, man. + 

He looks in that deep ruff like a head in a platter, + 

Served in by a short cloak upon two trestles. + 

Face + 

Or, what do you say to a collar of brawn, cut down + 

Beneath the souse, and wriggled with a knife? + 

Subtle + 

’Slud, he does look too fat to be a Spaniard. + 

Face + 

Perhaps some Fleming or some Hollander got him + 

In d’Alva’s time; Count Egmont’s bastard. + 

Subtle + 

Don, + 

Your scurvy, yellow, Madrid face is welcome. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Gratia. + 

Subtle + 

He speaks out of a fortification. + 

Pray God he have no squibs in those deep sets. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Por dios, señores, muy linda casa! + 

Subtle + 

What says he? + 

Face + 

Praises the house, I think; + 

I know no more but’s action. + 

Subtle + 

Yes, the casa, + 

My precious Diego, will prove fair enough + 

To cozen you in. Do you mark? You shall + 

Be cozened, Diego. + 

Face + 

Cozened, do you see, + 

My worthy Donzel, cozened. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Entiendo. + 

Subtle + 

Do you intend it? So do we, dear Don. + 

Have you brought pistolets, or portagues, + 

My solemn Don?⁠—Dost thou feel any? + 

Face + 

Feels his pockets. Full. + 

Subtle + 

You shall be emptied, Don, pumped and drawn + 

Dry, as they say. + 

Face + 

Milked, in troth, sweet Don. + 

Subtle + 

See all the monsters; the great lion of all, Don. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Con licencia, se puede ver a esta señora? + 

Subtle + 

What talks he now? + 

Face + 

Of the Señora. + 

Subtle + 

O, Don, + 

This is the lioness, which you shall see + 

Also, my Don. + 

Face + 

’Slid, Subtle, how shall we do? + 

Subtle + 

For what? + 

Face + 

Why Dol’s employed, you know. + 

Subtle + 

That’s true. + 

’Fore heaven, I know not: he must stay, that’s all. + 

Face + 

Stay! That he must not by no means. + 

Subtle + 

No! Why? + 

Face + 

Unless you’ll mar all. ’Slight, he will suspect it: + 

And then he will not pay, not half so well. + 

This is a travelled punk-master, and does know + 

All the delays; a notable hot rascal, + 

And looks already rampant. + 

Subtle + 

’Sdeath, and Mammon + 

Must not be troubled. + 

Face + 

Mammon! In no case. + 

Subtle + 

What shall we do then? + 

Face + 

Think: you must be sudden. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Entiendo que la señora es tan hermosa, que codicio tan + 

verla, como la bien aventuranza de mi vida. + 

Face + 

Mi vida! ’Slid, Subtle, he puts me in mind of the widow. + 

What dost thou say to draw her to it, ha! + 

And tell her ’tis her fortune? All our venture + 

Now lies upon’t. It is but one man more, + 

Which of us chance to have her: and beside, + 

There is no maidenhead to be feared or lost. + 

What dost thou think on’t, Subtle? + 

Subtle + 

Who? I? Why⁠— + 

Face + 

The credit of our house too is engaged. + 

Subtle + 

You made me an offer for my share erewhile. + 

What wilt thou give me, i’faith? + 

Face + 

O, by that light + 

I’ll not buy now: You know your doom to me. + 

E’en take your lot, obey your chance, sir; win her, + 

And wear her out, for me. + 

Subtle + 

’Slight, I’ll not work her then. + 

Face + 

It is the common cause; therefore bethink you. + 

Dol else must know it, as you said. + 

Subtle + 

I care not. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Señores, porque se tarda tanto? + 

Subtle + 

Faith, I am not fit, I am old. + 

Face + 

That’s now no reason, sir. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Puede ser de hazer burla de mi amor? + 

Face + 

You hear the Don too? By this air, I call, + 

And loose the hinges: Dol! + 

Subtle + 

A plague of hell⁠— + 

Face + 

Will you then do? + 

Subtle + 

You are a terrible rogue! + 

I’ll think of this: will you, sir, call the widow? + 

Face + 

Yes, and I’ll take her too with all her faults, + 

Now I do think on’t better. + 

Subtle + 

With all my heart, sir; + 

Am I discharged o’ the lot? + 

Face + 

As you please. + 

Subtle + 

Hands. + 

They take hands. + 

Face + 

Remember now, that upon any change, + 

You never claim her. + 

Subtle + 

Much good joy, and health to you, sir, + 

Marry a whore! Fate, let me wed a witch first. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Por estas honradas barbas⁠— + 

Subtle + 

He swears by his beard. + 

Dispatch, and call the brother too. + 

Exit Face. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Tengo duda, señores, + 

que no me hagan alguna traycion. + 

Subtle + 

How, issue on? Yes, praesto, sennor. Please you + 

Enthratha the chambrata, worthy Don: + 

Where if you please the fates, in your bathada, + 

You shall be soaked, and stroked, and tubbed and rubbed, + 

And scrubbed, and fubbed, dear Don, before you go. + 

You shall in faith, my scurvy baboon Don, + 

Be curried, clawed, and flawed, and tawed, indeed. + 

I will the heartlier go about it now, + 

And make the widow a punk so much the sooner, + 

To be revenged on this impetuous Face: + 

The quickly doing of it is the grace. + 

Exeunt Subtle and Surly. + 

Scene + 

II + 

Another room in the same. + 

Enter Face, Kastril, and Dame Pliant. + 

Face + 

Come, lady: I knew the Doctor would not leave, + 

Till he had found the very nick of her fortune. + 

Kastril + 

To be a countess, say you, a Spanish countess, sir? + 

Dame Pliant + 

Why, is that better than an English countess? + 

Face + 

Better! ’Slight, make you that a question, lady? + 

Kastril + 

Nay, she is a fool, Captain, you must pardon her. + 

Face + 

Ask from your courtier, to your inns-of-court-man, + 

To your mere milliner; they will tell you all, + 

Your Spanish jennet is the best horse; your Spanish + 

Stoop is the best garb; your Spanish beard + 

Is the best cut; your Spanish ruffs are the best + 

Wear; your Spanish pavan the best dance; + 

Your Spanish titillation in a glove + 

The best perfume: and for your Spanish pike, + 

And Spanish blade, let your poor Captain speak⁠— + 

Here comes the Doctor. + 

Enter Subtle, with a paper. + 

Subtle + 

My most honoured lady, + 

For so I am now to style you, having found + 

By this my scheme, you are to undergo + 

An honourable fortune, very shortly. + 

What will you say now, if some⁠— + 

Face + 

I have told her all, sir, + 

And her right worshipful brother here, that she shall be + 

A countess; do not delay them, sir; a Spanish countess. + 

Subtle + 

Still, my scarce-worshipful Captain, you can keep + 

No secret! Well, since he has told you, madam, + 

Do you forgive him, and I do. + 

Kastril + 

She shall do that, sir; + 

I’ll look to it, ’tis my charge. + 

Subtle + 

Well then: nought rests + 

But that she fit her love now to her fortune. + 

Dame Pliant + 

Truly I shall never brook a Spaniard. + 

Subtle + 

No! + 

Dame Pliant + 

Never since eighty-eight could I abide them, + 

And that was some three year afore I was born, in truth. + 

Subtle + 

Come, you must love him, or be miserable, + 

Choose which you will. + 

Face + 

By this good rush, persuade her, + 

She will cry strawberries else within this twelvemonth. + 

Subtle + 

Nay, shads and mackerel, which is worse. + 

Face + 

Indeed, sir! + 

Kastril + 

Od’s lid, you shall love him, or I’ll kick you. + 

Dame Pliant + 

Why, + 

I’ll do as you will have me, brother. + 

Kastril + 

Do, + 

Or by this hand I’ll maul you. + 

Face + 

Nay, good sir, + 

Be not so fierce. + 

Subtle + 

No, my enraged child; + 

She will be ruled. What, when she comes to taste + 

The pleasures of a countess! To be courted⁠— + 

Face + 

And kissed, and ruffled! + 

Subtle + 

Ay, behind the hangings. + 

Face + 

And then come forth in pomp! + 

Subtle + 

And know her state! + 

Face + 

Of keeping all the idolaters of the chamber + 

Barer to her, than at their prayers! + 

Subtle + 

Is served + 

Upon the knee! + 

Face + 

And has her pages, ushers, + 

Footmen, and coaches⁠— + 

Subtle + 

Her six mares⁠— + 

Face + 

Nay, eight! + 

Subtle + 

To hurry her through London, to the Exchange, + 

Bedlam, the china-houses⁠— + 

Face + 

Yes, and have + 

The citizens gape at her, and praise her tires, + 

And my lord’s goose-turd bands, that ride with her! + 

Kastril + 

Most brave! By this hand, you are not my sister, + 

If you refuse. + 

Dame Pliant + 

I will not refuse, brother. + 

Enter Surly. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Que es esto, señores, que no venga? + 

Esta tardanza me mata! + 

Face + 

It is the Count come: + 

The Doctor knew he would be here, by his art. + 

Subtle + 

En gallanta madama, Don! Gallantissima! + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Por todos los dioses, la mas acabada + 

hermosura, que he visto en mi vida! + 

Face + 

Is’t not a gallant language that they speak? + 

Kastril + 

An admirable language! Is’t not French? + 

Face + 

No, Spanish, sir. + 

Kastril + 

It goes like law-French, + 

And that, they say, is the courtliest language. + 

Face + 

List, sir. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

El sol ha perdido su lumbre, con el + 

Esplandor que trae esta dama! Válgame Dios! + 

Face + 

He admires your sister. + 

Kastril + 

Must not she make curtsey? + 

Subtle + 

’Ods will, she must go to him, man, and kiss him! + 

It is the Spanish fashion, for the women + 

To make first court. + 

Face + 

’Tis true he tells you, sir: + 

His art knows all. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Porqué no se acude? + 

Kastril + 

He speaks to her, I think. + 

Face + 

That he does, sir. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Por el amor de Dios, qué es esto que se tarda? + 

Kastril + 

Nay, see: she will not understand him! Gull, + 

Noddy. + 

Dame Pliant + 

What say you, brother? + 

Kastril + 

Ass, my sister. + 

Go kiss him, as the cunning man would have you; + 

I’ll thrust a pin in your buttocks else. + 

Face + 

O no, sir. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Señora mía, mi persona esta muy indigna de + 

Allegara tanta hermosura. + 

Face + 

Does he not use her bravely? + 

Kastril + 

Bravely, i’faith! + 

Face + 

Nay, he will use her better. + 

Kastril + 

Do you think so? + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Señora, si sera servida, entremonos. + 

Exit with Dame Pliant. + 

Kastril + 

Where does he carry her? + 

Face + 

Into the garden, sir; + 

Take you no thought: I must interpret for her. + 

Subtle + 

Give Dol the word. + 

Aside to Face, who goes out. + 

—Come, my fierce child, advance, + 

We’ll to our quarrelling lesson again. + 

Kastril + 

Agreed. + 

I love a Spanish boy with all my heart. + 

Subtle + 

Nay, and by this means, sir, you shall be brother + 

To a great count. + 

Kastril + 

Ay, I knew that at first, + 

This match will advance the house of the Kastrils. + 

Subtle + 

’Pray God your sister prove but pliant! + 

Kastril + 

Why, + 

Her name is so, by her other husband. + 

Subtle + 

How! + 

Kastril + 

The widow Pliant. Knew you not that? + 

Subtle + 

No, faith, sir; + 

Yet, by erection of her figure, I guessed it. + 

Come, let’s go practise. + 

Kastril + 

Yes, but do you think, Doctor, + 

I e’er shall quarrel well? + 

Subtle + 

I warrant you. + 

Exeunt. + 

Scene + 

III + 

Another room in the same. + 

Enter Dol in her fit of raving, followed by Mammon. + 

Dol Common + 

“For after Alexander’s death”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Good lady⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“That Perdiccas and Antigonus, were slain, + 

The two that stood, Seleuc’, and Ptolomee”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Madam⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“Made up the two legs, and the fourth beast, + 

That was Gog-north, and Egypt-south: which after + 

Was called Gog-iron-leg and South-iron-leg”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Lady⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt, too: + 

Then Egypt-clay-leg, and Gog-clay-leg”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Sweet madam⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“And last Gog-dust, and Egypt-dust, which fall + 

In the last link of the fourth chain. And these + 

Be stars in story, which none see, or look at”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

What shall I do? + 

Dol Common + 

“For,” as he says, “except + 

We call the Rabbins, and the heathen Greeks”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Dear lady⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“To come from Salem, and from Athens, + 

And teach the people of Great Britain”⁠— + 

Enter Face, hastily, in his servant’s dress. + 

Face + 

What’s the matter, sir? + 

Dol Common + 

“To speak the tongue of Eber, and Javan”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

O, + 

She’s in her fit. + 

Dol Common + 

“We shall know nothing”⁠— + 

Face + 

Death, sir, + 

We are undone! + 

Dol Common + 

“Where then a learned linguist + 

Shall see the ancient used communion + 

Of vowels and consonants”⁠— + 

Face + 

My master will hear! + 

Dol Common + 

“A wisdom, which Pythagoras held most high”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Sweet honourable lady! + 

Dol Common + 

“To comprise + 

All sounds of voices, in few marks of letters”⁠— + 

Face + 

Nay, you must never hope to lay her now. + 

They all speak together. + 

Dol Common + 

“And so we may arrive by Talmud skill, + 

And profane Greek, to raise the building up + 

Of Helen’s house against the Ismaelite, + 

King of Thogarma, and his habergions + 

Brimstony, blue, and fiery; and the force + 

Of king Abaddon, and the beast of Cittim: + 

Which rabbi David Kimchi, Onkelos, + 

And Aben Ezra do interpret Rome.” + 

Face + 

How did you put her into’t? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Alas, I talked + 

Of a fifth monarchy I would erect, + 

With the philosopher’s stone, by chance, and she + 

Falls on the other four straight. + 

Face + 

Out of Broughton! + 

I told you so. ’Slid, stop her mouth. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Is’t best? + 

Face + 

She’ll never leave else. If the old man hear her, + 

We are but faeces, ashes. + 

Subtle + 

Within. What’s to do there? + 

Face + 

O, we are lost! Now she hears him, she is quiet. + 

Enter Subtle, they run different ways. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Where shall I hide me! + 

Subtle + 

How! What sight is here? + 

Close deeds of darkness, and that shun the light! + 

Bring him again. Who is he? What, my son! + 

O, I have lived too long. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Nay, good, dear Father, + 

There was no unchaste purpose. + 

Subtle + 

Not? And flee me + 

When I come in? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

That was my error. + 

Subtle + 

Error? + 

Guilt, guilt, my son: give it the right name. No marvel, + 

If I found check in our great work within, + 

When such affairs as these were managing! + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Why, have you so? + 

Subtle + 

It has stood still this half hour: + 

And all the rest of our less works gone back. + 

Where is the instrument of wickedness, + 

My lewd false drudge? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Nay, good sir, blame not him; + 

Believe me, ’twas against his will or knowledge: + 

I saw her by chance. + 

Subtle + 

Will you commit more sin, + 

To excuse a varlet? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

By my hope, ’tis true, sir. + 

Subtle + 

Nay, then I wonder less, if you, for whom + 

The blessing was prepared, would so tempt heaven, + 

And lose your fortunes. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Why, sir? + 

Subtle + 

This will retard + 

The work a month at least. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Why, if it do, + 

What remedy? But think it not, good Father: + 

Our purposes were honest. + 

Subtle + 

As they were, + 

So the reward will prove. + 

A loud explosion within. + 

—How now! Ah me! + 

God, and all saints be good to us.⁠— + 

Reenter Face. + 

What’s that? + 

Face + 

O, sir, we are defeated! All the works + 

Are flown in fumo, every glass is burst; + 

Furnace, and all rent down, as if a bolt + 

Of thunder had been driven through the house. + 

Retorts, receivers, pelicans, bolt-heads, + 

All struck in shivers! + 

Subtle falls down as in a swoon. + 

Help, good sir! Alas, + 

Coldness and death invades him. Nay, Sir Mammon, + 

Do the fair offices of a man! You stand, + 

As you were readier to depart than he. + 

Knocking within. + 

Who’s there? My lord her brother is come. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Ha, Lungs! + 

Face + 

His coach is at the door. Avoid his sight, + 

For he’s as furious as his sister’s mad. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Alas! + 

Face + 

My brain is quite undone with the fume, sir, + 

I ne’er must hope to be mine own man again. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Is all lost, Lungs? Will nothing be preserved + 

Of all our cost? + 

Face + 

Faith, very little, sir; + 

A peck of coals or so, which is cold comfort, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

O, my voluptuous mind! I am justly punished. + 

Face + 

And so am I, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Cast from all my hopes⁠— + 

Face + 

Nay, certainties, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

By mine own base affections. + 

Subtle + 

Seeming to come to himself. + 

O, the curst fruits of vice and lust! + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Good Father, + 

It was my sin. Forgive it. + 

Subtle + 

Hangs my roof + 

Over us still, and will not fall, O justice, + 

Upon us, for this wicked man! + 

Face + 

Nay, look, sir, + 

You grieve him now with staying in his sight: + 

Good sir, the nobleman will come too, and take you, + 

And that may breed a tragedy. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I’ll go. + 

Face + 

Ay, and repent at home, sir. It may be, + 

For some good penance you may have it yet; + 

A hundred pound to the box at Bedlam⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Yes. + 

Face + 

For the restoring such as⁠—have their wits. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I’ll do’t. + 

Face + 

I’ll send one to you to receive it. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Do. + 

Is no projection left? + 

Face + 

All flown, or stinks, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Will nought be saved that’s good for medicine, think’st thou? + 

Face + 

I cannot tell, sir. There will be perhaps, + 

Something about the scraping of the shards, + 

Will cure the itch⁠—though not your itch of mind, sir. + 

Aside. + 

It shall be saved for you, and sent home. Good sir, + 

This way, for fear the lord should meet you. + 

Exit Mammon. + 

Subtle + 

Raising his head. Face! + 

Face + 

Ay. + 

Subtle + 

Is he gone? + 

Face + 

Yes, and as heavily + 

As all the gold he hoped for were in’s blood. + 

Let us be light though. + 

Subtle + 

Leaping up. Ay, as balls, and bound + 

And hit our heads against the roof for joy: + 

There’s so much of our care now cast away. + 

Face + 

Now to our Don. + 

Subtle + 

Yes, your young widow by this time + 

Is made a countess, Face; she has been in travail + 

Of a young heir for you. + 

Face + 

Good sir. + 

Subtle + 

Off with your case, + 

And greet her kindly, as a bridegroom should, + 

After these common hazards. + 

Face + 

Very well, sir. + 

Will you go fetch Don Diego off, the while? + 

Subtle + 

And fetch him over too, if you’ll be pleased, sir: + 

Would Dol were in her place, to pick his pockets now! + 

Face + 

Why, you can do’t as well, if you would set to’t. + 

I pray you prove your virtue. + 

Subtle + 

For your sake sir. + 

Exeunt. + 

Scene + 

IV + 

Another room in the same. + 

Enter Surly and Dame Pliant. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Lady, you see into what hands you are fallen; + 

’Mongst what a nest of villains! And how near + 

Your honour was t’ have catched a certain clap, + 

Through your credulity, had I but been + 

So punctually forward, as place, time, + 

And other circumstances would have made a man; + 

For you’re a handsome woman: would you were wise too! + 

I am a gentleman come here disguised, + 

Only to find the knaveries of this citadel; + 

And where I might have wronged your honour, and have not, + 

I claim some interest in your love. You are, + 

They say, a widow, rich: and I’m a bachelor, + 

Worth nought: your fortunes may make me a man, + 

As mine have preserved you a woman. Think upon it, + 

And whether I have deserved you or no. + 

Dame Pliant + 

I will, sir. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

And for these household-rogues, let me alone + 

To treat with them. + 

Enter Subtle. + 

Subtle + 

How doth my noble Diego, + 

And my dear madam Countess? Hath the Count + 

Been courteous, lady? Liberal, and open? + 

Donzel, methinks you look melancholic, + 

After your coitum, and scurvy: truly, + 

I do not like the dullness of your eye; + 

It hath a heavy cast, ’tis upsee Dutch, + 

And says you are a lumpish whoremaster. + 

Be lighter, and I will make your pockets so. + 

Attempts to pick them. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Throws open his cloak. Will you, don bawd and pickpurse? + 

Strikes him down. + 

How now! Reel you? + 

Stand up, sir, you shall find, since I am so heavy, + 

I’ll give you equal weight. + 

Subtle + 

Help! Murder! + 

Pertinax Surly + 

No, sir, + 

There’s no such thing intended: a good cart, + 

And a clean whip shall ease you of that fear. + 

I am the Spanish Don “that should be cozened, + 

Do you see, cozened?” Where’s your Captain Face, + 

That parcel broker, and whole-bawd, all rascal! + 

Enter Face, in his uniform. + 

Face + 

How, Surly! + 

Pertinax Surly + 

O, make your approach, good Captain. + 

I have found from whence your copper rings and spoons + 

Come, now, wherewith you cheat abroad in taverns. + 

’Twas here you learned t’ anoint your boot with brimstone, + 

Then rub men’s gold on’t for a kind of touch, + 

And say ’twas naught, when you had changed the colour, + 

That you might have’t for nothing. And this Doctor, + 

Your sooty, smoky-bearded compeer, he + 

Will close you so much gold, in a bolt’s head, + 

And, on a turn, convey in the stead another + 

With sublimed mercury, that shall burst in the heat, + 

And fly out all in fumo! Then weeps Mammon; + 

Then swoons his worship. + 

Face slips out. + 

Or, he is the Faustus, + 

That casteth figures and can conjure, cures + 

Plagues, piles, and pox, by the ephemerides, + 

And holds intelligence with all the bawds + 

And midwives of three shires: while you send in⁠— + 

Captain!⁠—what! Is he gone?⁠—damsels with child, + 

Wives that are barren, or the waiting-maid + 

With the green sickness. + 

Seizes Subtle as he is retiring. + 

—Nay, sir, you must tarry, + 

Though he be ’scaped; and answer by the ears, sir. + 

Reenter Face, with Kastril. + 

Face + 

Why, now’s the time, if ever you will quarrel + 

Well, as they say, and be a true-born child: + 

The Doctor and your sister both are abused. + 

Kastril + 

Where is he? Which is he? He is a slave, + 

Whate’er he is, and the son of a whore.⁠—Are you + 

The man, sir, I would know? + 

Pertinax Surly + 

I should be loath, sir, + 

To confess so much. + 

Kastril + 

Then you lie in your throat. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

How! + 

Face + 

To Kastril. A very errant rogue, sir, and a cheater, + 

Employed here by another conjurer + 

That does not love the Doctor, and would cross him, + 

If he knew how. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Sir, you are abused. + 

Kastril + 

You lie: + 

And ’tis no matter. + 

Face + 

Well said, sir! He is + 

The impudent’st rascal⁠— + 

Pertinax Surly + 

You are indeed: Will you hear me, sir? + 

Face + 

By no means: bid him be gone. + 

Kastril + 

Begone, sir, quickly. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

This ’s strange!⁠—Lady, do you inform your brother. + 

Face + 

There is not such a foist in all the town, + 

The Doctor had him presently; and finds yet, + 

The Spanish Count will come here. + 

Aside. + 

—Bear up, Subtle. + 

Subtle + 

Yes, sir, he must appear within this hour. + 

Face + 

And yet this rogue would come in a disguise, + 

By the temptation of another spirit, + 

To trouble our art, though he could not hurt it! + 

Kastril + 

Ay, + 

I know⁠— + 

To his sister. + 

Away, you talk like a foolish mauther. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Sir, all is truth she says. + 

Face + 

Do not believe him, sir. + 

He is the lying’st swabber! Come your ways, sir. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

You are valiant out of company! + 

Kastril + 

Yes, how then, sir? + 

Enter Drugger, with a piece of damask. + 

Face + 

Nay, here’s an honest fellow, too, that knows him, + 

And all his tricks. Make good what I say, Abel, + 

Aside to Drugger. + 

This cheater would have cozened thee o’ the widow.⁠— + 

He owes this honest Drugger here, seven pound, + 

He has had on him, in twopenny ’orths of tobacco. + 

Drugger + 

Yes, sir. And he has damned himself three terms to pay me. + 

Face + 

And what does he owe for lotium? + 

Drugger + 

Thirty shillings, sir; + 

And for six syringes. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Hydra of villainy! + 

Face + 

Nay, sir, you must quarrel him out o’ the house. + 

Kastril + 

I will: + 

—Sir, if you get not out of doors, you lie; + 

And you are a pimp. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Why, this is madness, sir, + 

Not valour in you; I must laugh at this. + 

Kastril + 

It is my humour: you are a pimp and a trig, + 

And an Amadis de Gaul, or a Don Quixote. + 

Drugger + 

Or a knight o’ the curious coxcomb, do you see? + 

Enter Ananias. + 

Ananias + 

Peace to the household! + 

Kastril + 

I’ll keep peace for no man. + 

Ananias + 

Casting of dollars is concluded lawful. + 

Kastril + 

Is he the constable? + 

Subtle + 

Peace, Ananias. + 

Face + 

No, sir. + 

Kastril + 

Then you are an otter, and a shad, a whit, + 

A very tim. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

You’ll hear me, sir? + 

Kastril + 

I will not. + 

Ananias + 

What is the motive? + 

Subtle + 

Zeal in the young gentleman, + 

Against his Spanish slops. + 

Ananias + 

They are profane, + 

Lewd, superstitious, and idolatrous breeches. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

New rascals! + 

Kastril + 

Will you begone, sir? + 

Ananias + 

Avoid, Satan! + 

Thou art not of the light: That ruff of pride + 

About thy neck, betrays thee; and is the same + 

With that which the unclean birds, in seventy-seven, + 

Were seen to prank it with on divers coasts: + 

Thou look’st like Antichrist, in that lewd hat. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

I must give way. + 

Kastril + 

Be gone, sir. + 

Pertinax Surly + 

But I’ll take + 

A course with you⁠— + 

Ananias + 

Depart, proud Spanish fiend! + 

Pertinax Surly + 

Captain and Doctor. + 

Ananias + 

Child of perdition! + 

Kastril + 

Hence, sir!⁠— + 

Exit Surly. + 

Did I not quarrel bravely? + 

Face + 

Yes, indeed, sir. + 

Kastril + 

Nay, an I give my mind to’t, I shall do’t. + 

Face + 

O, you must follow, sir, and threaten him tame: + 

He’ll turn again else. + 

Kastril + 

I’ll return him then. + 

Exit. + 

Subtle takes Ananias aside. + 

Face + 

Drugger, this rogue prevented us for thee: + 

We had determined that thou should’st have come + 

In a Spanish suit, and have carried her so; and he, + 

A brokerly slave! Goes, puts it on himself. + 

Hast brought the damask? + 

Drugger + 

Yes, sir. + 

Face + 

Thou must borrow + 

A Spanish suit. Hast thou no credit with the players? + 

Drugger + 

Yes, sir; did you never see me play the Fool? + 

Face + 

I know not, Nab: Aside.⁠—Thou shalt, if I can help it.⁠— + 

Hieronimo’s old cloak, ruff, and hat will serve; + 

I’ll tell thee more when thou bring’st ’em. + 

Exit Drugger. + 

Ananias + 

Sir, I know + 

The Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath spies + 

Upon their actions: and that this was one + 

I make no scruple.⁠—But the holy Synod + 

Have been in prayer and meditation for it; + 

And ’tis revealed no less to them than me, + 

That casting of money is most lawful. + 

Subtle + 

True. + 

But here I cannot do it: if the house + 

Should chance to be suspected, all would out, + 

And we be locked up in the Tower forever, + 

To make gold there for the state, never come out; + 

And then are you defeated. + 

Ananias + 

I will tell + 

This to the Elders and the weaker Brethren, + 

That the whole company of the separation + 

May join in humble prayer again. + 

Subtle + 

And fasting. + 

Ananias + 

Yea, for some fitter place. The peace of mind + 

Rest with these walls! + 

Exit. + 

Subtle + 

Thanks, courteous Ananias. + 

Face + 

What did he come for? + 

Subtle + 

About casting dollars, + 

Presently out of hand. And so I told him, + 

A Spanish minister came here to spy, + 

Against the faithful⁠— + 

Face + 

I conceive. Come, Subtle, + 

Thou art so down upon the least disaster! + 

How wouldst thou ha’ done, if I had not help’t thee out? + 

Subtle + 

I thank thee, Face, for the angry boy, i’faith. + 

Face + 

Who would have looked it should have been that rascal, + 

Surly? He had dyed his beard and all. Well, sir. + 

Here’s damask come to make you a suit. + 

Subtle + 

Where’s Drugger? + 

Face + 

He is gone to borrow me a Spanish habit; + 

I’ll be the count, now. + 

Subtle + 

But where’s the widow? + 

Face + 

Within, with my lord’s sister; Madam Dol + 

Is entertaining her. + 

Subtle + 

By your favour, Face, + 

Now she is honest, I will stand again. + 

Face + 

You will not offer it. + 

Subtle + 

Why? + 

Face + 

Stand to your word, + 

Or⁠—here comes Dol, she knows⁠— + 

Subtle + 

You are tyrannous still. + 

Enter Dol, hastily. + 

Face + 

Strict for my right.⁠—How now, Dol! + 

Hast [thou] told her, + 

The Spanish count will come? + 

Dol Common + 

Yes; but another is come, + 

You little looked for! + 

Face + 

Who’s that? + 

Dol Common + 

Your master; + 

The master of the house. + 

Subtle + 

How, Dol! + 

Face + 

She lies, + 

This is some trick. Come, leave your quiblins, Dorothy. + 

Dol Common + 

Look out, and see. + 

Face goes to the window. + 

Subtle + 

Art thou in earnest? + 

Dol Common + 

’Slight, + 

Forty of the neighbours are about him, talking. + 

Face + 

’Tis he, by this good day. + 

Dol Common + 

’Twill prove ill day + 

For some on us. + 

Face + 

We are undone, and taken. + 

Dol Common + 

Lost, I’m afraid. + 

Subtle + 

You said he would not come, + 

While there died one a week within the liberties. + 

Face + 

No: ’twas within the walls. + 

Subtle + 

Was’t so! Cry you mercy. + 

I thought the liberties. What shall we do now, Face? + 

Face + 

Be silent: not a word, if he call or knock. + 

I’ll into mine old shape again and meet him, + 

Of Jeremy, the butler. In the meantime, + 

Do you two pack up all the goods and purchase, + 

That we can carry in the two trunks. I’ll keep him + 

Off for today, if I cannot longer: and then + 

At night, I’ll ship you both away to Ratcliff, + 

Where we will meet tomorrow, and there we’ll share. + 

Let Mammon’s brass and pewter keep the cellar; + 

We’ll have another time for that. But, Dol, + 

Prithee go heat a little water quickly; + 

Subtle must shave me: all my Captain’s beard + 

Must off, to make me appear smooth Jeremy. + 

You’ll do it? + 

Subtle + 

Yes, I’ll shave you, as well as I can. + 

Face + 

And not cut my throat, but trim me? + 

Subtle + 

You shall see, sir. + 

Exeunt. + 