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Sub. You very knave! Do you use me thus ?
Face. Wherein, sir?
Sub. Go in, and see, you traitor. Go. [Exit Face.
Mam. Who is it, sir?

360 Sub. Nothing, sir. Nothing.

Mam. What's the matter, good sir?
I have not seen you thus distemper’d? Who is't ?

Sub. All arts have still had, sir, their adversaries; But ours the most ignorant. What now? [Face returns.

Face. 'Twas not my fault, sir; she would speak

with you.

Sub. Would she, sir ? Follow me. [Exit Sub.
Mam. Stay, Lungs.
Face. I dare not, sir.
Mam. How! Pray thee stay.
Face. She's mad, sir, and sent hither-
Mam. Stay, man, what is she

Face. A lord's sister, sir.
He'll be mad too.

Mam. I warrant thee.
Why sent hither ?

Face. Sir, to be cur'd.
Sur. Why rascal ?
Face. Lo you. Here, sir,

[He goes out. Mam. 'Fore heaven, a bradamante, a brave piece, 381 Sur. Heart, this is a bawdy house! I'll be burnt else.

Mam. Oh, by this light, no do not wrong him. He's Too scrupulous that way. It is his vice. No, he's a rare physician, do him right, An excellent Paracelsian, and lias done

Strange cure with mineral physick. He deals all
With spirits, he. He will not hear a word
Of Galen or his tedious recipes.

Enter Face.

How now, Lungs!

Face. Softly, sir, speak softly. I meant To have told your worship all. This must not hear.

Mam. No, he will not be gullid : let him alone.

Face. Y'are very right, sir, sheis a most rare scholar, And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works. If you but name a word touching the Hebrew, She falls into her fit, and will discourse So learnedly of genealogies, As

you would run mad too, to hear her, sir. Mam. How might one do t’have conference with her, Lungs?

400 Face. Oh, divers have run mad upon

the conference. I do not know, sir : I am sent in haste, To fetch a viol.

[Exit. Sur. Be not gull'd, sir Mammon. Mam. Wherein ? Pray ye, be patient.

Sur. Yes, as you are, And trust confederate knaves, and bawds, and whores.

Mam. You are too foul, believe it.

Enter Face

Come here, Ulen, one word.

Face. I dare not, in good faith.
Mam. Stay, knave.

Face. He is extreme angry that you saw her, sir. Mam. Drink that. [Gives him money. ] What is she

when she's out of her fit. Face. Oh, the most affablest creature, sir, so merry! So pleasant ! she'll mount you up, like quick-silver, Over the helm; and circulate, like oil, A very vegetal : discourse of state, Of mathematics, bawdry, any thing

Mam. Is she no ways accessible ? No means,
No trick to give a man a taste of her-wit- 420
Or so?

[Sub. within.] Ulen.
Face. I'll come to you again, sir,

[Exit Mam. Surly, I did not think one of your breeding Would traduce personages of worth.

Sur. Sir Epicure,
Your friend to use: yet, still loth to be gulld.
I do not like your philosophical bawds.
Their Stone is enough to pay for, .
Without this bait.

Mam. 'Heart, you abuse yourself.
I know the lady, and her friends, and means,
The original of this disaster. Her brother
Has told me all.

Sur. And yet you never saw her

Till now?

Mam. Oh, yes! but I forgot : I have, believe it, One of the treacherousest memories, I do think, Of all mankind. Sur. What call you her brother?

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Mam. My Lord
He will not have his name known, now I think on't,

Sur. A very treacherous memory !
Mam. O' my faith!

Sur. Tut, if you ha' it not about you, pass it,
Till we meet next.

Mam. Nay, by this hand, 'tis true : He's one I honour, and my noble friend, And I respect his house.

Sur. Heart! can it be, That a grave sir, a rich, that has no need, A wise sir, too, at other times, should thus, With his own oaths and arguments, make hard means To gull himself; « An this be your elixir, “ Your lapis mineralis, and your lunary, “ Give me your honest trick yet at primero ; " I'll have gold before you, « And with less danger of the quick-silver, 6 Or the hot sulphur.”

Enter Face Face. Here's one from captain Face, sir, [To Surly. Desires you to meet him i' the Temple Church, 461 Some half hour hence, and upon earnest business. Sir, if you please to quit us now, and come

[He whispers Mammon. Again within two urs, you shall have My master busy examining o'the works; And I will steal you in unto the party, That you may see her converse. Sir, shall I say

You'll meet the captain's worship?
Sur. Sir, I will.

[Exit Face. Now, I am sure it is a bawdy-house ; “ I'll swear it, were the marshal here to thank me;" The naming this commander doth confirm it. Don Face! why 'tis the most authentic dealer l' these commodities—The superintendant To all the quainter traffickers in town. Him will I prove, by a third person, to find The subtleties of this dark labyrinth ; Which, if I do discover, dear sir Mammon, You'll give your poor friend leave, though no phi

losopher, To laugh; for you that are, 'tis thought, shall weep. 480

Enter FACE.
Face. Sir, he does pray, you'll not forget.

Sur. I will not, sir.
Sir Epicure, I shall leave you.

[Exit. Mam. I follow you, straight.

Face. But do so, good sir, to avoid suspicion : This gent'man has a parlous head.

Mam. But wilt thou, Ulen, Be constant to thy promise ? Face. As my life, sir. Mam. And wilt thou insinuate what I am, and

praise me, And

say I am a noble fellow ? Face. Oh, what else, sir? And that you'll make her royal, with the Stone,

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