Mam. Madam Suppository? Kas. Doxey, my suster? Ana. Locusts of the foul pit. Tri. Prophane as Bell and the Dragon. Ana. Worse than the grashoppers, or the lice of Egypt. Love. Good gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers, And cannot stay this violence? Offi. Keep the peace. Love. Gentlemen, what is the matter? Whom do you seek? Mam. The chymical cożener. Sur. And the captain pander. Ana. Scorpions and caterpillars. Love. Fewer at once, I pray you. Offi. One after another, gentlemen, I charge you. By virtue of my staff. Ana. They are the vessels Of pride, lust, and the cart. Love. Good zeal, lie still A little while. Tri. Peace, deacon Ananias. 520 Love. The house is mine here, and the doors are open: If there be any such persons you seek for, Use your authority; I am but newly come to town, and finding This tumult 'bout my door (tò tell you true) It somewhat 'maz'd me; till my man here, fearing My more displeasure, told me he had done Somewhat an insolent part, let out my house Mam. Are they gone? 540 [They enter. Love. You may go in and search, sir. Here, I find The empty walls worse than I left them, smok'd, A few crack'd pots and glasses, and a furnace; The cieling fill'd with poesies of the candle: Only one gentlewoman, I met here, That is within, that said she was a widow Kas. Ay, that's my suster, I'll go thump her. Where is she? [Exit. Love. And should ha' married a Spanish count, but he, When he came to't, neglected her so grossly, That I, a widower, am gone through with her. Sur. How have I lost her then? Love. Were you the don, sir? Good faith, now, she does blame yo'extremely, and says Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit, 560 Enter MAMMON. Mam. The whole nest are fled! Love. What sort of birds were they? Mam. A kind of choughs, Or thievish daws, sir, that have pick'd my purse Of eight-score and ten pounds, within these five weeks, Beside my first materials, and my goods, That lie i' the cellar, which I am glad they ha' left. I may have them home yet. Love. Think you so, sir? Mam. Ay. Love. By order of law, sir, but not otherwise. Mam. Not mine own stuff? Love. Sir, I can take no knowledge, That they are yours, but by public means. If you can bring certificate, that you were gull'd of them, Or any formal writ out of a court, That you did cozen yourself, I will not hold them. Mam. I'll rather lose them. Love. That you shall not, sir, 580 By me, in troth. Upon these terms they are yours. What should they ha' been, sir, turn'd into gold all? Mam. No. I cannot tell. It may be they should. What then? I will go mount a turnip-cart, and preach Sur. Must I needs cheat myself, With that same foolish vice of honesty! Come, let us go, and hearken out the rogues. That Face I'll mark for mine, if e'er I meet him. [Exeunt. Enter ANANIAS and TRIBULATION. Trib. 'Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go, And get some carts Love. For what, my zealous friends? Ana. To bear away the portion of the righteous Out of this den of thieves. Love. What is that portion? боо Ana. The goods, sometimes the orphans, that the brethren Bought with their silver pence. Love. What, those i' the cellar, The wicked Mammon, so do all the brethren. That have the seal? Were not the shillings number'd, Love. Mine earnest vehement botcher, I shall confute you with a cudgel. Ana. Sir? Trib. Be patient, Ananias. Ana. I am strong, 620 And will stand up, well-girt, against an host, Love. I shall send you To Amsterdam to your cellar. Against the house: may dogs defile the walls, [Exeunt Trib. and Ana. Face. If you get off the angry child, now, sir Enter KASTRIL. Kas. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly, ha' you not? [To his Sister. Did I not say, I would never ha' you tup'd But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a Lady-Tom? 'Slight you are a mammet! Oh, I could touse you, now, Death, mun you marry with a pox? Love. You lie, boy; As sound as you; and I'm before-hand with you. Kas. Anon? Love. Come, will you quarrel? I will seize you, sirrah. Why do you not buckle to your tools ! Kas. God's light! This is a fine old boy, as e'er I saw ! 640 Love. What, do you change your copy now? Proceed. Here stands my dove; stoop at her if you dare. i' faith !" And I should be hang'd for't. Suster, I protest, |