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You did so.
DapperAnd will I tell then! By this hand of flesh,
Would it might never write good court-hand more,
If I discover. What do you think of me,
That I am a chiaus?
Whatās that?
DapperThe Turk was here.
As one would say, do you think I am a Turk?
Iāll tell the Doctor so.
DapperDo, good sweet Captain.
FaceCome, noble Doctor, pray thee letās prevail;
This is the gentleman, and he is no chiaus.
Captain, I have returned you all my answer.
I would do much, sir, for your loveā āBut this
I neither may, nor can.
Tut, do not say so.
You deal now with a noble fellow, Doctor,
One that will thank you richly; and he is no chiaus:
Let that, sir, move you.
Pray you, forbearā ā
FaceHe has
Four angels here.
You do me wrong, good sir.
FaceDoctor, wherein? To tempt you with these spirits?
SubtleTo tempt my art and love, sir, to my peril.
Fore heaven, I scarce can think you are my friend,
That so would draw me to apparent danger.
I draw you! A horse draw you, and a halter,
You, and your flies togetherā ā
Nay, good Captain.
FaceThat know no difference of men.
SubtleGood words, sir.
FaceGood deeds, sir, Doctor Dogs-meat. āSlight, I bring you
No cheating Clim oā the Cloughs or Claribels,
That look as big as five-and-fifty, and flush;
And spit out secrets like hot custardā ā
Captain!
FaceNor any melancholic under-scribe,
Shall tell the vicar; but a special gentle,
That is the heir to forty marks a year,
Consorts with the small poets of the time,
Is the sole hope of his old grandmother;
That knows the law, and writes you six fair hands,
Is a fine clerk, and has his ciphering perfect.
Will take his oath oā the Greek Testament,
If need be, in his pocket; and can court
His mistress out of Ovid.
Nay, dear Captainā ā
FaceDid you not tell me so?
DapperYes; but Iād have you
Use master Doctor with some more respect.
Hang him, proud stag, with his broad velvet head!ā ā
But for your sake, Iād choke, ere I would change
An article of breath with such a puckfist:
Come, letās be gone.
Pray you let me speak with you.
DapperHis worship calls you, Captain.
FaceI am sorry
I eāer embarked myself in such a business.
Nay, good sir; he did call you.
FaceWill he take then?
SubtleFirst, hear meā ā
FaceNot a syllable, āless you take.
SubtlePray you, sirā ā
FaceUpon no terms but an assumpsit.
SubtleYour humour must be law.
He takes the four angels.
Why now, sir, talk.
Now I dare hear you with mine honour. Speak.
So may this gentleman too.
Why, sirā ā
Offering to whisper Face.
No whispering.
SubtleFore heaven, you do not apprehend the loss
You do yourself in this.
Wherein? For what?
SubtleMarry, to be so importunate for one,
That, when he has it, will undo you all:
Heāll win up all the money in the town.
How!
SubtleYes, and blow up gamester after gamester,
As they do crackers in a puppet-play.
If I do give him a familiar,
Give you him all you play for; never set him:
For he will have it.
You are mistaken, Doctor.
Why he does ask one but for cups and horses,
A rifling fly; none of your great familiars.
Yes, Captain, I would have it for all games.
SubtleI told you so.
FaceTaking Dapper aside.
āSlight, that is a new business!
I understood you, a tame bird, to fly
Twice in a term, or so, on Friday nights,
When you had left the office, for a nag
Of forty or fifty shillings.
Ay, ātis true, sir;
But I do think now I shall leave the law,
And thereforeā ā
Why, this changes quite the case.
Do you think that I dare move him?
If you please, sir;
Allās one to him, I see.
What! For that money?
I cannot with my conscience; nor should you
Make the request, methinks.
No, sir, I mean
To add consideration.
Why then, sir,
Iāll try.ā ā
Goes to Subtle.
Say that it were for all games, Doctor.
I say then, not a mouth shall eat for him
At any ordinary, but on the score,
That is a gaming mouth, conceive me.
Indeed!
SubtleHeāll draw you all the treasure of the realm,
If it be set him.
Speak you this from art?
SubtleAy, sir, and reason too, the ground of art.
He is of the only best complexion,
The Queen of Fairy loves.
What! Is he?
SubtlePeace.
Heāll overhear you. Sir, should she but see himā ā
What?
SubtleDo not you tell him.
FaceWill he win at cards too?
SubtleThe spirits of dead Holland, living Isaac,
Youād swear, were in him; such a vigorous luck
As cannot be resisted. āSlight, heāll put
Six of your gallants to a cloak, indeed.
A strange success, that some man shall be born to.
SubtleHe hears you, manā ā
DapperSir, Iāll not be ingrateful.
FaceFaith, I have confidence in his good nature:
You hear, he says he will not be ingrateful.
Why, as you please; my venture follows yours.
FaceTroth, 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 onāt.
Believe it, and I will, sir.
FaceAnd you shall, sir.
Takes him aside.
You have heard all?
No, what wasāt? Nothing, I, sir.
FaceNothing!
DapperA little, sir.
FaceWell, a rare star
Reigned at your birth.
At mine, sir! No.
FaceThe Doctor
Swears that you areā ā
Nay, Captain, youāll tell all now.
FaceAllied to the Queen of Fairy.
DapperWho! That I am?
Believe it, no such matterā ā
Yes, and that
You were born with a cawl on your head.
Who says so?
FaceCome,
You know it well enough, though you dissemble it.
Iāfac, I do not; you are mistaken.
FaceHow!
Swear by your fac, and in a thing so known
Unto the Doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you
In the other matter? Can we ever think,
When you have won five or six
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