Chapter LV: Act I: Scene I.1765

[_Enter_] FACE, [_in a captain’s uniform, with his sword drawn, and_] SUBTLE [_with a vial, quarrelling, and followed by_] DOL COMMON.

_Face._ Believe ’t, I will.

_Sub._ Thy worst. I fart at thee.

_Dol._ Ha’ you your wits? Why, gentlemen! for love——

_Face._ Sirrah, I ’ll strip you——

_Sub._ What to do? Lick figs[1766]
Out at my——

_Face._ Rogue, rogue!—out of all your sleights.[1767]

_Dol._ Nay, look ye, sovereign, general, are you madmen? 5

_Sub._ O, let the wild sheep loose. I ’ll gum your silks
With good strong water, an you come.

_Dol._ Will you have
The neighbours hear you? Will you betray all?
Hark! I hear somebody.

_Face._ Sirrah——

_Sub._ I shall mar
All that the tailor has made, if you approach. 10

_Face._ You most notorious whelp, you insolent slave,
Dare you do this?

_Sub._ Yes, faith; yes, faith.

_Face._ Why, who
Am I, my mongrel, who am I?

_Sub._ I ’ll tell you,
Since you know not yourself.

_Face._ Speak lower, rogue.

_Sub._ Yes. You were once (time ’s not long past) the good, 15
Honest, plain, livery-three-pound-thrum,[1768] that kept
Your master’s worship’s house here in the Friars,[1769]
For the vacations——

_Face._ Will you be so loud?

_Sub._ Since, by my means, translated suburb-captain.

_Face._ By your means, doctor dog!

_Sub._ Within man ’s memory, 20
All this I speak of.

_Face._ Why, I pray you, have I
Been countenanc’d by you, or you by me?
Do but collect, sir, where I met you first.

_Sub._ I do not hear well.

_Face._ Not of this, I think it,
But I shall put you in mind, sir;—at Pie-corner, 25
Taking your meal of steam in, from cooks’ stalls,
Where, like the father of hunger, you did walk
Piteously costive, with your pinch’d-horn-nose,
And your complexion of the Roman wash,[1770]
Stuck full of black and melancholic worms. 30
Like powder-corns[1771] shot at the artillery-yard.

_Sub._ I wish you could advance your voice a little.

_Face._ When you went pinn’d up in the several rags
You had rak’d and pick’d from dunghills, before day;
Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes;[1772]
A felt of rug,[1773] and a thin threaden cloak, 36
That scarce would cover your no-buttocks——

_Sub._ So, sir!

_Face._ When all your alchemy, and your algebra,
Your minerals, vegetals, and animals,
Your conjuring, coz’ning;[1774] and your dozen of trades, 40
Could not relieve your corpse with so much linen
Would make you tinder, but to see a fire;
I ga’ you count’nance, credit for your coals,
Your stills, your glasses, your materials;
Built you a furnace, drew you customers, 45
Advanc’d all your black arts; lent you, beside,
A house to practise in——

_Sub._ Your master’s house!

_Face._ Where you have studied the more thriving skill
Of bawdry, since.

_Sub._ Yes, in your master’s house.
You and the rats here kept possession. 50
Make it not strange.[1775] I know you were one could keep
The buttery-hatch still lock’d, and save the chippings,
Sell the dole beer to aqua-vitae men,[1776]
The which, together with your Christmas vails[1777]
At post-and-pair,[1778] your letting out of counters,[1779] 55
Made you a pretty stock, some twenty marks,
And gave you credit to converse with cobwebs,
Here, since your mistress’ death hath broke up house.

_Face._ You might talk softlier, rascal.

_Sub._ No, you scarab,
I’ll thunder you in pieces. I will teach you 60
How to beware to tempt a Fury again
That carries tempest in his hand and voice.

_Face._ The place has made you valiant.

_Sub._ No, your clothes.
Thou vermin, have I ta’en thee out of dung,
So poor, so wretched, when no living thing 65
Would keep thee company, but a spider or worse?
Rais’d thee from brooms, and dust, and wat’ring-pots,
Sublim’d thee, and exalted thee, and fix’d thee
In the third region,[1780] call’d our state of grace?
Wrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with pains 70
Would twice have won me the philosopher’s work?
Put thee in words and fashion? made thee fit
For more than ordinary fellowships?
Giv’n thee thy oaths, thy quarrelling dimensions?
Thy rules to cheat at horse-race, cock-pit, cards,
Dice, or whatever gallant tincture[1781] else? 76
Made thee a second in mine own great art?
And have I this for thanks! Do you rebel?
Do you fly out i’ the projection?[1782]
Would you be gone now?

_Dol._ Gentlemen, what mean you? 80
Will you mar all?

_Sub._ Slave, thou hadst had no name——

_Dol._ Will you undo yourselves with civil war?

_Sub._ Never been known, past _equi clibanum_,
The heat of horse-dung, under ground, in cellars,
Or an ale-house darker than deaf John’s; been lost 85
To all mankind, but laundresses and tapsters,
Had not I been.

_Dol._ Do you know who hears you, sovereign?

_Face._ Sirrah——

_Dol._ Nay, general, I thought you were civil.

_Face._ I shall turn desperate, if you grow thus loud.

_Sub._ And hang thyself, I care not.

_Face._ Hang thee, collier,
And all thy pots and pans, in picture I will, 91
Since thou hast mov’d me——

_Dol._ [_Aside_] O, this ’ll o’erthrow all.

_Face._ Write thee up bawd in Paul’s; have all thy tricks
Of coz’ning with a hollow coal, dust, scrapings,
Searching for things lost, with a sieve and shears, 95
Erecting figures in your rows of houses,[1783]
And taking in of shadows with a glass,
Told in red letters; and a face cut for thee,
Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey’s.[1784]

_Dol._ Are you sound?
Ha’ you your senses, masters?

_Face._ I will have 100
A book, but rarely reckoning thy impostures,
Shall prove a true philosopher’s stone to printers.

_Sub._ Away, you trencher-rascal!

_Face._ Out, you dog-leech!
The vomit of all prisons——

_Dol._ Will you be
Your own destructions, gentlemen?

_Face._ Still spew’d out 105
For lying too heavy o’ the basket.[1785]

_Sub._ Cheater!

_Face._ Bawd!

_Sub._ Cow-herd!

_Face._ Conjurer!

_Sub._ Cutpurse!

_Face._ Witch!

_Dol._ O me!
We are ruin’d, lost! Ha’ you no more regard
To your reputations? Where ’s your judgment? ’Slight, 109
Have yet some care of me, o’ your republic——

_Face._ Away, this brach![1786] I ’ll bring thee, rogue, within
The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio
Of Harry the Eighth:[1787] ay, and perhaps thy neck
Within a noose, for laund’ring gold and barbing it.[1788]

_Dol._ You’ll bring your head within a cockscomb, will you?[1789] 115
_She catcheth out_ FACE _his sword, and breaks_ SUBTLE’S _glass_.
And you, sir, with your menstrue![1790]—Gather it up.
’Sdeath, you abominable pair of stinkards,
Leave off your barking, and grow one again,
Or, by the light that shines, I’ll cut your throats.
I’ll not be made a prey unto the marshal 120
For ne’er a snarling dog-bolt[1791] o’ you both.
Ha’ you together cozen’d all this while,
And all the world, and shall it now be said,
You’ve made most courteous shift to cozen yourselves?
[_To_ FACE.] You will accuse him! You will “bring him in
Within the statute!” Who shall take your word? 126
A whoreson, upstart, apocryphal captain,
Whom not a Puritan in Blackfriars will trust
So much as for a feather: and you, too, [_to_ SUBTLE]
Will give the cause, forsooth! You will insult,
And claim a primacy in the divisions! 131
You must be chief! As if you, only, had
The powder to project[1792] with, and the work
Were not begun out of equality! 134
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 factions too, 140
And take my part, and quit you.

_Face._ ’T is 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. 145

_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.
[_Seizes_ SUB. _by the throat_.]

_Sub._ Dorothy! Mistress Dorothy!
’Ods precious, I’ll do anything. What do you mean? 150

_Dol._ Because o’ your fermentation and cibation?[1793]

_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 should I swear?

_Dol._ To leave your faction,[1794] sir,
And labour kindly in the common work. 156

_Sub._ Let me not breathe if I meant aught beside.
I only us’d 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. 160

_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[1795] of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours,
That scarce have smil’d twice sin’ the king came in.[1796] 165
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,[1797]
For which you should pay ear-rent?[1798] No, agree.
And may Don Provost ride a feasting long, 170
In his old velvet jerkin and stain’d scarfs,
My noble sovereign, and worthy general,
Ere we contribute a new crewel[1799] garter
To his most worsted worship.

_Sub._ Royal Dol!
Spoken like Claridiana,[1800] and thyself. 175

_Face._ For which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph,
And not be styl’d Dol Common, but Dol Proper,
Dol Singular: the longest cut at night,
Shall draw thee for his Dol Particular.

[_Bell rings without._]

_Sub._ Who’s that? One rings. To the window. Dol: [_Exit_ DOL.]—Pray
heav’n, 180
The master do not trouble us this quarter.

_Face._ O, 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, 185
He’ll send such word, for airing o’ the house,
As you shall have sufficient time to quit it:
Though we break up a fortnight, ’t is no matter.

_Re-enter_ DOL.

_Sub._ Who is it, Dol?

_Dol._ A fine young quodling.[1801]

_Face._ O,
My lawyer’s clerk, I lighted on last night, 190
In Holborn, at the Dagger. He would have
(I told you of him) a familiar,
To rifle with at horses, and win cups.

_Dol._ O, let him in.

_Sub._ Stay. Who shall do’t?

_Face._ Get you 195
Your robes on; I will meet him, as going out.

_Dol._ And what shall I do?

_Face._ Not be seen; away! [_Exit_ DOL.]
Seem you very reserv’d.

_Sub._ Enough. [_Exit._]

_Face._ [_aloud and retiring._] God be wi’ you, sir,
I pray you let him know that I was here:
His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but——

SCENE II.[1802]

FACE.

_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, 5
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 pass-time.[1803]
[_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 ha’ you broke[1804] with him, captain?

_Face._ Ay.

_Dap._ And how? 10

_Face._ Faith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty,[1805]
I know not what to say.

_Dap._ Not so, good captain.

_Face._ Would I were fairly rid on ’t, believe me.

_Dap._ Nay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should you wish so?
I dare assure you, I’ll not be ungrateful. 15

_Face._ I cannot think you will, sir. But the law
Is such a thing——and then he says, Read’s[1806] matter
Falling so lately——

_Dap._ Read! he was an ass,
And dealt, sir, with a fool.

_Face._ It was a clerk, sir. 19

_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 show’d 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 courthand more,
If I discover.[1807] What do you think of me, 25
That I am a chiaus?[1808]

_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 chiaus. 30

_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’s no chiaus: 35
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 heav’n, I scarce can think you are my friend, 40
That so would draw me to apparent danger.

_Face._ I draw you! A horse draw you, and a halter,
You, and your flies[1809] 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 45
No cheating Clim o’ the Cloughs[1810] or Claribels,[1811]
That look as big as five-and-fifty, and flush;[1812]
And spit out secrets like hot custard——

_Dap._ Captain!

_Face._ Nor any melancholic underscribe,
Shall tell the vicar; but a special gentle, 50
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 ciph’ring perfect, 56
Will take his oath o’ the Greek Xenophon,[1813]
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 ha’ you
Use master doctor with some more respect. 60

_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 puck-fist![1814]
Come, let ’s be gone. [_Going._]

_Sub._ Pray you le’ me speak with you.

_Dap._ His worship calls you, captain.

_Face._ I am sorry
I e’er embark’d myself in such a business. 66

_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 ye, sir——

_Face._ Upon no terms but an _assumpsit_.[1815]

_Sub._ Your humour must be law.
_He takes the money._

_Face._ Why now, sir, talk. 70
Now I dare hear you with mine honour. Speak.
So may this gentleman too.

_Sub._ Why, sir——
[_Offering to whisper_ FACE.]

_Face._ No whisp’ring.

_Sub._ ’Fore heav’n, you do not apprehend the loss
You do yourself in this.

_Face._ Wherein? for what?

_Sub._ Marry, to be so importunate for one 75
That, when he has it, will undo you all:
He ’ll win up all the money i’ 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, 80
Give you him all you play for; never set[1816] him:
For he will have it.

_Face._ You ’re mistaken, doctor.
Why, he does ask one but for cups and horses,
A rifling[1817] fly; none o’ your great familiars.

_Dap._ Yes, captain, I would have it for all games. 85

_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.

_Dap._ Ay, ’t is true, sir; 90
But I do think, now, I shall leave the law,
And therefore——

_Face._ Why, this changes quite the case.
Do you think that I dare move him?

_Dap._ If you please, sir;
All ’s one to him, I see.

_Face._ What! for that money? 94
I cannot 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 then, not a mouth shall eat for him
At any ordinary,[1818] but o’ the score,[1819] 100
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 o’ the only best complexion, 105
The queen of Fairy loves.

_Face._ What! Is he?

_Sub._ Peace.
He ’ll overhear you. Sir, should she but see him——

_Face._ What?

_Sub._ Do not you tell him.

_Face._ Will he win at cards too?

_Sub._ The spirits of dead Holland, living Isaac,[1820] 110
You ’d swear, were in him; such a vigorous luck
As cannot be resisted. ’Slight, he ’ll put
Six o’ your gallants to a cloak,[1821] indeed.

_Face._ A strange success, that some man shall be born to!

_Sub._ He hears you, man——

_Dap._ Sir, I ’ll not be ingrateful.

_Face._ Faith, I have a confidence in his good nature: 115
You hear, he says he will not be ingrateful.

_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 pound, and send us two on ’t. 120

_Dap._ Believe it, and I will, sir.

_Face._ And you shall, sir.
You have heard all? FACE _takes him aside_.

_Dap._ No, what was ’t? Nothing, I, sir.

_Face._ Nothing?

_Dap._ A little, sir.

_Face._ Well, a rare star
Reign’d at your birth.

_Dap._ At mine, sir! No.

_Face._ The doctor
Swears that you are——

_Sub._ Nay, captain, you ’ll tell all now. 125

_Face._ Allied to the queen of Fairy.

_Dap._ Who! That I am?
Believe it, no such matter——

_Face._ Yes, and that
You were born with a caul o’ your head.

_Dap._ Who says so?

_Face._ Come
You know it well enough, though you dissemble it. 129

_Dap._ I’ fac,[1822] 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
I’ the other matter? Can we ever think,
When you have won five or six thousand pound,
You ’ll send us shares in ’t, by this rate?

_Dap._ By Jove, sir, 135
I ’ll win ten thousand pound, and send you half.
I’ fac’s no oath.

_Sub._ No, no, he did but jest.

_Face._ Go to. Go thank the doctor. He ’s your friend,
To take it so.

_Dap._ I thank his worship.

_Face._ So!
Another angel.

_Dap._ Must I?

_Face._ Must you! ’Slight, 140
What else is thanks? Will you be trivial?—Doctor,
[DAPPER _gives him the money._]
When must he come for his familiar?

_Dap._ Shall I not ha’ it with me?

_Sub._ O, good sir!
There must a world of ceremonies pass;
You must be bath’d and fumigated first: 145
Besides, the queen of Fairy does not rise
Till it be noon.

_Face._ Not if she danc’d to-night.

_Sub._ And she must bless it.

_Face._ Did you never see
Her royal grace yet?

_Dap._ Whom?

_Face._ Your aunt of Fairy?

_Sub._ Not since she kist him in the cradle, captain; 150
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. You are made, believe it, 154
If you can see her. 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 160
But say to me, “Captain, I ’ll see her grace.”

_Dap._ “Captain, I ’ll see her grace.”

_Face._ Enough. _One knocks without._

_Sub._ Who ’s there?
Anon.—[_Aside to_ FACE.] Conduct him forth by the back way.
Sir, against one o’clock prepare yourself;
Till when you must be fasting; only take 165
Three drops of vinegar in at your nose,
Two at your mouth, and one at either ear;
Then bathe your fingers’ ends and wash your eyes,
To sharpen your five senses, and cry _hum_ 169
Thrice, and then _buz_ as often; and then come. [_Exit._]

_Face._ Can you remember this?

_Dap._ I warrant you.

_Face._ Well then, away. It is but your bestowing
Some twenty nobles ’mong her grace’s servants,
And put on a clean shirt. You do not know 174
What grace her grace may do you in clean linen.
[_Exeunt_ FACE _and_ DAPPER.]

SCENE III.[1823]

_Sub._ [_within._] Come in! Good wives, I pray you forbear me now;
Troth, I can do you no good till afternoon.—

[_Enter_ SUBTLE, _followed by_ DRUGGER.]

_Sub._ 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?[1824]

_Drug._ Ay, an ’t please you.

_Sub._ Well—— 5
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[1825] on ’t—— 9
And 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[1826] to your worship by a gentleman,
One Captain Face, that says you know men’s planets, 15
And their good angels, and their bad.

_Sub._ I do,
If I do see ’em——

[_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.
I pray you speak for me to master doctor. 20

_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
Sophisticate it with sack-lees or oil,
Nor washes it in muscadel and grains, 25
Nor buries it in gravel, under ground,
Wrapp’d up in greasy leather, or piss’d clouts:
But keeps it in fine lily pots, that, open’d,
Smell like conserve of roses, or French beans.
He has his maple block,[1827] his silver tongs, 30
Winchester pipes, and fire of juniper:[1828]
A neat, spruce, honest fellow, and no goldsmith.[1829]

_Sub._ He ’s a fortunate fellow, that I am sure on.

_Face._ Already, sir, ha’ you found it? Lo thee, Abel!

_Sub._ And in right way toward riches——

_Face._ Sir!

_Sub._ This summer, 35
He will be of the clothing of his company,[1830]
And next spring call’d to the scarlet;[1831] 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; 40
His fortune looks for him another way.

_Face._ ’Slid, doctor, how canst thou know this so soon?
I am amus’d[1832] at that.

_Sub._ By a rule, captain,
In metoposcopy,[1833] which I do work by; 44
A certain star i’ the forehead, which you see not.
Your chestnut or your olive-colour’d face
Does never fail: and your long ear doth promise.
I knew ’t, by certain spots, too, in his teeth,
And on the nail of his mercurial finger.

_Face._ Which finger ’s that?

_Sub._ His little finger. Look. 50
You were born upon a Wednesday?

_Drug._ Yes, indeed, sir.

_Sub._ The thumb, in chiromancy, we give Venus;
The forefinger to Jove; the midst to Saturn;
The ring to Sol; the least to Mercury,
Who was the lord, sir, of his horoscope, 55
His house of life being Libra; which forshow’d
He should be a merchant, and should trade with balance.

_Face._ Why, this is strange! Is it not, honest Nab?

_Sub._ There is a ship now coming from Ormus,
That shall yield him such a commodity 60
Of drugs——This is the west, and this the south?
[_Pointing to the plan._]

_Drug._ Yes, sir.

_Sub._ And those are your two sides?

_Drug._ Ay, sir.

_Sub._ Make me your door then, south; your broad side, west:
And on the east side of your shop, aloft,
Write Mathlai, Tarmiel, and Baraborat; 65
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 69
To draw in gallants that wear spurs: the rest,
They ’ll seem[1834] to follow.

_Face._ That ’s a secret, Nab!

_Sub._ And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice
And a court-fucus,[1835] to call city-dames:
You shall deal much with minerals.

_Drug._ Sir, I have.
At home, already——

_Sub._ Ay, I know, you ’ve arsenic, 75
Vitriol, sal-tartar, argaile,[1836] alkali,
Cinoper:[1837] I know all.—This fellow, captain,
Will come, in time, to be a great distiller,
And give a say[1838]—I will not say directly,
But very fair—at the philosopher’s stone. 80

_Face._ Why, how now, Abel! is this true?

_Drug._ [_Aside to_ FACE.] Good captain,
What must I give?

_Face._ Nay, I ’ll not counsel thee.
Thou hear’st what wealth (he says, spend what thou canst),
Thou ’rt like to come to.

_Drug._ I would gi’ him a crown.

_Face._ A crown! and toward such a fortune? Heart, 84
Thou shalt rather gi’ him thy shop. No gold about thee?

_Drug._ Yes, I have a portague,[1839] I ha’ kept this half-year.

_Face._ Out on thee, Nab! ’Slight, there was such an offer—
Shalt keep ’t no longer, I ’ll gi’ it him for thee. Doctor,
Nab prays your worship to drink this, and swears 89
He will appear more grateful, as your skill
Does raise him in the world.

_Drug._ I would entreat
Another favour of his worship.

_Face._ What is ’t, Nab?

_Drug._ But to look over, sir, my almanac,
And cross out my ill-days.[1840] that I may neither
Bargain, nor trust upon them.

_Face._ That he shall. Nab: 95
Leave it, it shall be done, ’gainst afternoon.

_Sub._ And a direction for his shelves.

_Face._ Now, Nab,
Art thou well pleas’d, Nab?

_Drug._ ’Thank, sir, both your worships. 99

_Face._ Away. [_Exit_ DRUGGER.]
Why, now, you smoaky persecutor of nature!
Now do you see, that something ’s to be done,
Beside your beech-coal, and your cor’sive[1841] waters,
Your crosslets,[1842] crucibles, and cucurbites?[1843]
You must have stuff brought home to you, to work on: 105
And yet you think. I am at no expense
In searching out these veins, then following ’em,
Then trying ’em out. ’Fore God, my intelligence
Costs me more money than my share oft comes to,
In these rare works.

_Sub._ You ’re pleasant, sir.—How now! 110

SCENE IV.[1844]

FACE, SUBTLE. [_Enter_] DOL.

_Sub._ What says my dainty Dolkin?

_Dol._ Yonder fish-wife
Will not away. And there ’s your giantess,
The bawd of Lambeth.

_Sub._ Heart, I cannot speak with ’em.

_Dol._ Not afore night, I have told ’em in a voice,
Thorough the trunk, like one of your familiars.
But I have spied Sir Epicure Mammon——

_Sub._ Where? 5

_Dol._ Coming along, at far end of the lane,
Slow of his feet, but earnest of his tongue
To one that’s with him.

_Sub._ Face, go you and shift.
Dol, you must presently make ready too. 10

[_Exit_ FACE.]

_Dol._ Why, what’s the matter?

_Sub._ O, I did look for him
With the sun’s rising: marvel he could sleep!
This is the day I am to perfect for him
The magisterium, our great work, the stone;
And yield it, made, into his hands; of which 15
He has, this month, talk’d as he were possess’d.
And now he’s dealing pieces on’t away.
Methinks I see him ent’ring ordinaries,
Dispensing for the pox, and plaguy houses,
Reaching his dose, walking Moorfields for lepers, 20
And off’ring citizens’ wives pomander[1845] bracelets,
As his preservative, made of the elixir;
Searching the ’spital, to make old bawds young;
And the highways, for beggars to make rich.
I see no end of his labours. He will make 25
Nature asham’d of her long sleep; when art,
Who’s but a step-dame, shall do more than she,
In her best love to mankind, ever could.
If his dream last, he’ll turn the age to gold. [_Exeunt._]