"Sub. I say 'then, not a mouth shall eat for him

"At any ordinary, but o' the score,

"This is a gaming month, 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

He'll over-hear you. Sir, should she but see him—

Face. What?

Sub. Do not you tell him.

Face. Will he win at cards too?

Sub. He will, he will,

"The spirits of dead Holland, living Isaac,

"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 indeed."

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Face. Indeed, a strange success that some men should

be born to!

Sub. He hears you, man.

Dap. Sir, I'll not be ungrateful.

Face. Faith, I have confidence in his good nature: You hear, he says he will not be ungrateful.

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.

Dap. Believe it, and I will, sir.

Face. And you shall, sir.

You have heard all?

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――

[Face takes him aside.

Sub. Nay, captain, you'll tell all now.
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 cawl o' your head.

Dap. Who says so?

Face. Come,

You know it well enough, tho' you dissemble it.
Dap. I-fac, 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' th' 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,

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I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half.

I-fac's no oath.

Sub. No, no, he did but jest.

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Face. Go to. Go thank the doctor. He's your friend,

To take it so.

Dap. I thank his worship.

Face. Do you think that will do? No, no;

Give him another angel.

Dap. Must I?

Face. Must you! 'Slight,

What else is thanks? Will you be trivial? Doctor,

When must he come for his familiar?

Dap. Shall I not ha' it with me?

Sub. Oh, good sir!

There must be a world of ceremonies pass;

You must be bath'd and fumigated first;

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.

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Sub. Not since she kiss'd him in the cradle, captain; 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,

If you can see her. Her grace is a lone woman,
And very rich; and if she take a phant'sy,
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

But say to me, captain, I'll see her grace.

Dap. Captain, I'll see her grace.

Face. Enough.

Sub. Who's there?

[One knocks without.

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Anon. Conduct him forth by the back way.➡

Sir, against one o'clock prepare yourself;
Till when you must be fasting; only take
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
Thrice, and buz as often; and then come.
Face. Can you remember this?

Dap. I warrant you.

Face. Well, then, away. 'Tis but your bestowing Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants, And put on a clean shirt; you do not know

What grace her grace may do you in clean linen.

Sub. Good wives, I pray you forbear me now:

Troth, I can do you no good till afternoon.

What is your name, say you? Abel Drugger!

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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 on't); 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 to your worship by a gentleman, One captain Face, that says you know men's planets, And their good angels, and their bad.

Sub. I do,

If I do see them.

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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.