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.

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Sub. Yes, you were once (time not long pass'd) the

good,

Honest, plain, livery-man, that kept

Your master's worship's house here in the Friars,
For the vacations.

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?

Do but collect, sir, where I met you first.
Sub. I do not hear well.

Face. Not of this, I think it:

But I shall put you in mind, sir; at Pye-Corner,
Taking your meal of steam in, from cooks' stalls;
Where, like the father of hunger, you did walk
Piteously costive, with your pinch'd-horn nose,
And your complexion of the Roman wash,
Stuck full of black and melancholic worms,
Like powder corn shot at th' Artillery-yard.

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Sub. I wish you could advance your voice a little.

Race. When you went pinn'd up in the several rags

You had rak'd and pick'd from dunghills before day;
Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes

A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloak,
That scarce would cover your no-buttocks—
Sub. So, sir!

Face. When all your alchymy, and your algebra, Your minerals, vegetals, and animals,

Your conjuring, cozʼning, and your doz'n of trades,
Could not relieve your corpse with so much linen
Would make you tinder but to see a fire;
I gave you count'nance, credit for your coals,
Your stills, your glasses, your materials;
Built you a furnace, drew you customers,
Advanc'd all your black arts, lent you, beside,
A house to practice in-

Sub. Your master's house?

Face. Where you have studied the more thriving skill

Of bawd❜ry since.

Sub. Yes, in your master's house.

You and the rats here kept possession.

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Make it not strange. "I know you were one could

keep

"The butt'ry hatch still lock'd, and save the chippings, "Sell the dole beer to aqua-vitæ men,

"The which, together with your Christmas vails “At post and pair, your letting out of counters, "Made you a pretty stock, some twenty marks, "And gave you credit to converse with cobwebs "Here, since your mistress' death hath broke up house. "Face. You might talk softlier, rascal.

"Sub. No, you Scarabe;

"I'll thunder you in pieces: I will teach you
"How to beware to tempt a fury again,
"That carries tempest in his hand and voice.
"Face. The place has made you valiant.
"Sub. No, your clothes.

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"Thou vermin, have I ta'en thee out of dung, "So poor, so wretched, when no living thing "Would keep thee company, but a spider, or worse! "Rais'd thee from brooms, and dust, and watʼring

pots!

"Sublim'd thee, and exalted thee, and fix'd thee "I' the third region call'd our State of Grace! "Wrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with pains "Would twice have won me the philosopher's work! "Made thee a second in mine own great art! "And have I this for thanks? Do you rebel? "Do you fly out i' the projection?

"Would you be gone now?

"Dol. Gentlemen, what mean you?

Will you mar all?

"Sub. Slave, thou hadst had no name

"Dol. Will you undo yourselves with civil war ? "Sub. Never been known, past equi clibanum,

"The heat of horse dung, under ground, in cellars, "Or an ale-house darker than deaf John's; been lost To all mankind, but laundresses and tapsters,

"Had not I been.

"Dol. Do you know who hears you, sovereign? "Face. Sirrah

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"Dol. Nay, general, I thought you were civil."

Face. I shall turn desperate, if you grow thus loud. Sub. And hang thyself, I care not.

Face. Hang thee, collier,

And all thy pots and pans, in picture, "I will, "Since thou hast mov'd me

"Dol. Oh, this'll o'erthrow all.

“Face. Write thee up bawd in Paul's, have all thy tricks

"Of coz'ning with a hollow coal, dust, scrapings, "Searching for things lost with a sieve and sheers, « Erecting figures in your rows of houses, "And taking in of shadows with a glass,

"Told in red letters; and a face cut for thee, "Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey's.

"Dol. Are you sound?

"Ha' you your senses, masters?

"Face. I will have

"A book, but barely reckoning thy impostures,

"Shall prove a true philosopher's stone to printers.”

Sub. Away, you trencher-rascal,

Face. Out, you dog-leach,

The vomit of all prisons.

Dol. Will you be

Your own destructions, gentlemen?

Sub. Cheater.

Face. Bawd.

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Sub. Cow-herd.

Face. Conjurer.

Sub. Cut-purse.

Dol. We are ruin'd! lost! Ha' you no more regard To your reputations? Where's your judgment? 'Slight, Have yet some care of me, o' your republick

Face. Away, this brach. I'll bring the rogue within The statute of sorcery, " tricesimo tertio

"Of Harry the Eighth; ay, and, perhaps, thy neck "Within a noose for laund'ring gold, and barbing it." Dol. You'll bring your head within a cockscomb,

will you?

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[She catches out Face's sword, and breaks Subtle's glass. And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. 'Sdeath! you abominable pair of stinkards, Leave off your barking, and grow one again, Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats. I'll not be made a prey unto the marshal, For ne'er a snarling dog-bolt o' you both. Ha' you together cozen'd all this while, And all the world? and shall it now be said, You've made most courteous shift to cozen yourselves? You will accuse him: You will bring him in Within the statute! Who shall take your word? A whore's-son, upstart, apocryphal captain, Whom not a puritan in Black-Friars will trust So much as for a feather! And you too Will give the cause, forsooth! You will insult, And claim a primacy in the divisions! You must be chief! As if you only had The powder to project with, and the work Were not begun out of equality ?