Sur. Sennores, por que se tarda tanta? Sur. Puede ser, de hazer burla de mi amor. Face. You hear the Don too? By this air, I call And loose the hinges.-Dol! Sub. A plague of hell- Sub. You're 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. Sub. With all my heart, sir; Am I discharg❜d o' the lot? Face. Remember now, that upon any change, You never claim her. Sub, Much good joy, and health to you, sir. Marry a whore? Fate, let me wed a witch first. Sur. Por estas honradas barbasSub. He swears by his beard. Dispatch, and call the brother too. Sur. Tiengo duda, Sennores, Que no me hagan alguna traycion. Sub. How, issue on? Yes, presto Sennor. Enthratha the chambratha, worthy Don, And scrubb'd, and fubb'd, dear Don, before Wear; your Spanish pavin 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. Sub. My most honour'd lady, (For so I am now to style you, having found And her right worshipful brother here, that she shall be A countess; do not delay 'em, sir. A Spanish countess. Sub. Still, my scarce worshipful captain, you can keep No secret. Well, since he has told you, madam, Sub. Well then. Nought rests But that she fit her love, now, to her fortune. Pli. Truly, I shall never brook a Spaniard. Sub. No? Pli. Never sin' eighty-eight could I abide 'em, And that was some three years afore I was born, in truth. Sub. 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. Sub. Nay, shads, and mackarel, which is worse. Face. Indeed, sir! Kast. Gods-lid, you shall love him, or I'll kick you. Pli. Why? And my lord's gooseturd bands, that rides with her! Kast. Most brave! By this hand, you are not my sister, If you refuse. Pli. I will not refuse, brother. Sub. How! Kast. The widow Pliant, knew you not that! Yet, by erection of her figure, I guess'd it. Kast. Yes; but do you think, doctor, Sur. Que es esto, Sennores, que non se venga? I e'er shall quarrel well? Esta tardanza me mata! Face. It is the count come! The doctor knew he would be here, by his art. Face. Is't not a gallant language that they Kast. An admirable language! Is't not French? Kast. It goes like law French; And that, they say, is the courtliest language. Sur. El sol ha perdido su lumbre, con el Resplandor, que trae esta dama. Valga me dios! Kast. Must not she make a curtsie? Sub. I warrant you. SCENE V. DOL, MAMMON, FACE, and SUBTLE. Dol. Made up the two legs, and the fourth That was Gog-north, and Egypt south; which Was call'd Gog Iron-leg, and South Iron-leg- Dol. And then Gog-horn'd. So was Egypt too: Sub. 'Od's will, she must go to him, man, and Then Egypt Clay-leg, and Gog Clay-leg kiss him! We'll to our quarrelling lesson again. Kast. Agreed. I love a Spanish boy with all my heart. Mam. Sweet madam! Dol. And last Gog-dust, and Egypt-dust, which fall In the last link of the fourth chain. And these Mam. What shall I do? Dol. For, as he says, except We call the rabbins, and the heathen Greeks- Dol. To come from Salem, and from Athens, Face. What's the matter, sir? Dol. To speak the tongue of Eber, and Javan→ She's in her fit. Dol. We shall know nothing. Face. Death, sir, We are undone. Dol. Where then, a learned linguist Face. My master will hear! Dol. A wisdom, which Pythagoras held most Mam. Sweet honourable lady! All sounds of voices, in few marks of letters- now. Dol. And so we arrive by Talmud skill, And profane Greek, to raise the building up Of Helen's house, against the Ismaelite, Sub. Nay, and by this means, sir, you shall be King of Thogarma, and his habergions brother To a great count. Kast. Ay, I knew that at first. This match will advance the house of the Kastrils. Sub. Pray God, your sister prove but pliant. Her name is so; by her other husband. Brimstony, blue, and fiery; and the force Face. How did you put her into't? With the philosopher's stone (by chance) and she | Who's there? My lord her brother is come. Falls on the other four straight. Face. Out of Broughton! I told you so. 'Slid, stop her mouth. Mam. Is't best? Sub. As they were, So the reward will prove. How now! Ay me. [A great crack and noise within. God, and all saints be good to us! 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, pellicans, bolt-heads, All struck in shivers! Help, good sir! Alas, [SUBTLE falls down as in a swoon. Coldness and death invade him. Nay, sir Mam mon, Do the far offices of a man! You stand, As you were readier to depart than he, 13 Mam. Ha, Lungs? [One knocks. Face. His coach is at the door. Avoid his sight, For he's as furious as his sister is mad. Mam. Alas! It was my sin. Forgive it. Sub. 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 noble man will come too, and take you, And that may breed a tragedy. Mam. I'll go. Fuce. Ay, and repent at home, sir. It may be, Face. For the restoring such as ha' their wits. Face. I'll send one to you to receive it. Is no projection left? Face. Ail flown, or stinks, sir. Mam. Will naught be sav'd, that's good for med'cine, think'st thou ? Face. I cannot tell, sir. There will be, perhaps, Something about the scraping of the shardes, Will cure the itch: though not your itch of mind, sir. It shall be sav'd for you, and sent home. Good sir, This way for fear the lord should meet you. Fuce. Ay. Sub. Is he gone? Face. Yes, and as heavily, As all the gold he hop'd for were in his blood. Let us be light, though. Sub. 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. Sub. Yes, your young widow, by this time, To treat with them. Sub. How doth my noble Diego? And my dear madam countess? Hath the count Been courteous, lady? liberal? and open? Donzell, methinks you look melancholic, After your coitum, and scurvy! Truly, I do not like the dulness of your eye: It hath a heavy cast, 'tis upsee Dutch, And says you are a lumpish whore-master. Be lighter, I will make your pockets so. [He falls to picking of them. Sur. Will you, Don Bawd, and pick-purse? How now? Reel you? Stand up, sir, you shall find, since I am so heavy, I'll gi' you equal weight. Sub. Help, murder! Sur. 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 shall be cozen'd, Do you see? cozen'd? Where's your captain Face? That parcel-broker, and whole-bawd, all rascal. Face. How, Surly! Sur. O, make your approach, good captain. I have found from whence your copper rings, and spoons Come now, wherewith you cheat abroad in ta verns. 'Twas here you learnt to anoint your boot with brimstone, Then rub men's gold on't, for a kind of touch, And say 'twas naught, when you had chang'd the colour, That you might ha't for nothing? And this doctor, Your sooty, smoky-bearded compeer, he And fly out all in fumo? Then weeps Mammon: Then swoons his worship. Or, he is the Faustus, That casteth figures, and can conjure, cures in The doctor had him presently: and finds, yet, The Spanish count will come here. Bear up, Subtle. Sub. 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. Kast. Ay, | I know-Away, you talk like a foolish mauther. Sur. Sir, all is truth she says. Face. Do not believe him, sir: He is the lying'st swabber! Come your ways, sir. Ana. 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, We had determin'd, that thou should'st ha' come, In a Spanish suit, and ha' carried her so; and he, A brokerly slave, goes, puts it on himself. Face. Thou must borrow A Spanish suit. Hast thou no credit with the players? Drug. Yes, sir; did you never see me play the fool? Face. I know not, Nab: Thou shalt, if I can help it. Hieronymo's old cloak, and ruff, and hat, will |