Enter FACE, in a captain's uniform, with his sword drawn, and SUBTLE with a vial, quarrelling, and followed by DOL COMMON. ACE. Believe 't, I will. Sub. Thy worst. I fart at thee. Dol. Have you your wits? why, gentlemen! for love Face. Sirrah, I'll strip you-Sub. What to do? lick figs Out at my Face. Rogue, rogue !-out of all your sleights. Dol. Nay, look ye, sovereign, general, are you madmen? 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 PROLOGUE Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours To th' author justice, to ourselves but grace. Whose manners, now called humours, feed the stage ; The vices that she breeds, above their cure. If there be any that will sit so nigh Unto the stream, to look what it doth run, They shall find things, they'd think or wish were done; They are so natural follies, but so shown, As even the doers may see, and yet not own, Enter FACE, in a captain's uniform, with his sword drawn, and SUBTLE with a vial, quarrelling, and followed by DoL COMMON. JACE. Believe 't, I will. Sub. Thy worst. I fart at thee. Dol. Have you your wits? why, gentlemen! for love―― Face. Sirrah, I'll strip you-Sub. What to do? lick figs Out at my Face. Rogue, rogue !-out of all your sleights. Dol. Nay, look ye, sovereign, general, are you mad men? 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. Face. You most notorious whelp, you insolent slave, Dare you do this? Sub. Yes, faith; yes, faith. Face, Why, who Am I, my mungrel, 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, Honest, plain, livery-three-pound-thrum, that kept 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, All this I speak of. Face. Why, I pray you, have I Been countenanced by you, or you by me? Sub. I do not hear well. Face. Not of this, I think it. But I shall put you in mind, sir ;-at Pie-corner, rags You had raked and picked from dunghills, before day; A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloak, Face. When all your alchemy, and your algebra, Your conjuring, cozening, and your dozen of trades, 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. Make it not strange. I know you were one could keep The which, together with your Christmas vails I'll thunder you in pieces: I will teach you house. A game of cards much played in the West of England. |