Dol. Yes. Face. And how do you like The Lady Pliant? Dol. A good dull innocent. Sub. Here's your Hieronimo's cloak and hat. Sub. And the ruff too? Face. Yes, I'll come to you presently. Sub. Now he is gone about his project, Dol, I told you of, for the widow. Dol. 'Tis direct Against our articles. Sub. Well, we'll fit him, wench. Hast thou gull'd her of her jewels, or her bracelets? Dol. No, but I will do't. Sub. Soon at night, my Dolly, When we are shipt, and all our goods aboard, Eastward for Ratcliff; we will turn our course To Brainford, westward, if thou say'st the word: And take our leaves of this o'erweening rascal, This peremptory Face. Dol. Content, I'm weary of him. Sub. Thou hast cause, when the slave will run a wiving, Dol, Against the instrument that was drawn between And girdles, and hangers? Face. Is Drugger's damask there? And the tobacco? my master Knows all, has pardon'd me, and he will keep❜em. der! Sub. You are a precious fiend! Offi. Open the door. Face. Dol, I'm sorry for thee, i'faith.-But hear'st thou? It shall go hard, but I will place thee somewhere; Thou shalt ha' my letter to mistress Amo. Dol. Hang you Face. Or Madam Cæsarean. Dol. Pox upon you, rogue! Would I had but time to beat thee. Face. Subtle, Let's know where you set up next; I'll send you A customer, now and then, for old acquaintance: What new course ha' you? Sub. Rogue, I'll hang myself: That I may walk a greater devil than thou, And haunt thee i' the flock-bed, and the buttery. [Exeunt. SCENE V. LOVE-WIT, Officers, MAMMON, SURLY, FACE, Love. What do you mean, my masters? Cheaters, bawds, conjurers. Love. What warrant have you? Offi. Warrant enough, sir, doubt not: If you'll not open it. Love. Is there an officer there? Offi. Yes, two or three for failing. Love. Have but patience, And I will open it straight. Face. Sir, ha' you done? Is it a marriage? perfect? Love. Yes, my brain. Ana. They are the vessels Of pride, lust, and the cart. Love. Good zeal, lie still A little while! Trib. Peace, deacon Ananias! Love. The house is mine here, and the doors If there be any such persons as you seek for, My more displeasure, told me he'd done The empty walls worse than I left 'em, smok'd, Love. And should ha' married a Spanish count, but he, Face. Off with your ruff and cloak then; be When he came to't, neglected her so grossly, yourself, sir! 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 you extremely, and says You swore, and told her, you had ta'en the pains Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit, Mam. The whole nest are fled! [Coming forth. Love. What sort of birds were they? Mam. A kind of choughs, Or thievish daws, sir, that have pick'd my purse Of eightscore and ten pounds within these five weeks, Beside my first materials; and my goods That lie i' the cellar: which I'm glad they ha' left. I may have home yet. Love. Think you so, sir? Love. By order of law, sir, but not otherwise. 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 'em, Or any formal writ out of a court, That you did cozen yourself, I will not hold them. Mam, I'll rather lose 'em. Love. That you shall not, sir, 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? Love. What a great loss in hope have you sustain❜d! Mam. Not I, the commonwealth has. The city new, and made a ditch about it That, every Sunday in Moorfields, the younkers, 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. Face. If I can hear of him, sir, I'll bring you word Unto your lodging:-for, in troth, they were strangers To me:-I thought them honest as myself, sir. Trib. 'Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go, And get some carts [They come forth. 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? Ana. I am strong, And will stand up, well girt, against an host Love. I shall send you Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls, Face. No, this was Abel Drugger.-Good sir, go [To the Parson. And satisfy him; tell him, all is done: He staid too long a-washing of his face. The doctor he shall hear of him at Westchester; And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth; or Some good port-town else, lying for a wind.— If you get off the angry child, now, sir Kast. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly, ha' you not? Did not I say, I would never ha' you tupp'd [To his Sister. But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a Lady-Tom? 'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you now. Death, mun' you marry with a pox! Love. You lie, boy; As sound as you; and I'm aforehand with you. Kast. Anon! Love. Come, will you quarrel! I will seize you, sirrah. Why do you not buckle to your tools? This is a fine old boy as e'er I saw! Love. What, do you change your copy now? Proceed, Here stands my dove! stoop at her if you dare. Kast. 'Slight, I must love him! I cannot chuse, i'faith, Ana. The goods, sometime the orphans, that And I should he hang'd for't.-Sister, I protest the brethren I honour thee for this match. Love. O, do you so, sir? Kast. Yes; and thou canst take tobacco, and RULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE. BY FLETCHER. PROLOGUE. Pleasure attend ye, and about ye sit |