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You shall in faith, my scurvy baboon Don,

Be curried, clawed, and flawed, and
tawed
, indeed. 100

I will the heartilier go about it now,

And make the widow a punk so much the sooner,

To be revenged on this impetuous Face:

The quickly doing of it is the grace.

   [
Exeunt
SUBTLE
and
SURLY
.]

IV, iv      [
SCENE TWO
]

   [
Another room in Lovewit's house
.]

   [
Re-enter
FACE
,
accompanied by
KASTRIL
and his sister
,
DAMB PLIANT
.]

[
FACE:
] Come, lady. [
To
KASTRIL
] I knew the Doctor would not leave

Till he had found the very nick of her fortune.

KASTRIL
: To be a countess, say you?

FACE
:                                                       A Spanish countess, sir.

DAMB PLIANT
: Why, is that better than an English countess?

FACE
: Better! 'Slight, make you that a question, lady?

KASTRIL
: Nay, she is a fool, Captain, you must pardon her.

FACE
: Ask him from your courtier to your inns-of-court-man,

To your mere milliner. They will tell you all,

Your Spanish jennet is the best horse; your Spanish

Stoop is the best
garb
; your Spanish beard

Is the best cut; youi Spanish ruffs are the best

Wear; your Spanish pavan the best dance;

Your Spanish titillation in a glove

The best perfume; and for your Spanish pike

And Spanish blade, let your poor Captain speak. –

Here comes the Doctor.

   [
Enter
SUBTLE
with a paper
.]

SUBTLE
:                                            My most honoured lady,

For so I am now to style you, having found

By this my
scheme
, you are to undergo

An honourable fortune very shortly,

20     What will you say now, if some –

FACE
:                                            I ha' told her all, sir,

And her right worshipful brother here, that she shall be

A countess – do not delay 'em, sir – a Spanish countess.

SUBTLE
: Still, my scarce-worshipful Captain, you can keep

No secret! Well, since he has told you, madam,

Do you forgive him, and I do.

KASTRIL
:                                  She shall do that, sir;

I'll look to't; 'tis my charge.

SUBTLE
:                             Well, then, nought rests

But that she fit her love now to her fortune.

DAME PLIANT
: Truly I shall never brook a Spaniard.

SUBTLE
:                                                                          No?

DAME PLIANT
: Never sin'
eighty-eight
could I abide 'em,

30         And that was some three year afore I was born, in truth.

SUBTLE
: Come, you must love him, or be miserable;

Choose which you will.

FACE
:                           By this good rush, persuade her.

She will
cry
strawberries else within this twelvemonth.

SUBTLE
: Nay, shads and mackerel, which is worse.

FACE
:                                                                         Indeed, sir!

KASTRIL
: God's lid, you shall love him, or I'll kick you.

DAME PLIANT
: Why,

I'll do as you will ha' me, brother.

KASTRIL
:                                   Do,

Or by this hand I'll maul you.

Armada.

FACE
:                                                                   Nay, good sir,

Be not so fierce.

SUBTLE
:                  No, my enragèd child;

She will be ruled. What, when she comes to taste

40      The pleasures of a countess! to be courted –

FACE
: And kissed and ruffled!

SUBTLE
:                                      Ay, behind the poem0s.

FACE
: And then come forth in pomp!

SUBTLE
:                                                  And know her state!

FACE
: Of keeping all th' idolators o' the chamber

Barer to her, than at their prayers!

SUBTLE
:                                                         Is served

Upon the knee!

FACE
:                       And has her pages, ushers,

Footmen, and coaches –

SUBTLE
:                                   Her six mares –

FACE
:                                                                        Nay, eight!

SUBTLE
: To hurry her through London, to th'
Exchange
,

Bedlam, the China-houses –

FACE
:                                            Yes, and have

The citizens gape at her, and praise her tires,

50      And my Lord's
goose-turd
bands, that rides with her!

KASTRIL
: Most brave! By this hand, you are not my suster

If you refuse.

DAME PLIANT
: I will not refuse, brother.

[
Enter
SURLY.]

SURLY
:
Que es
esto, señores, que non se venga?

Esta tardanza me mata!

FACE
:                                          It is the Count come!

The Doctor knew he would be here, by his art.

SUBTLE
:
En gallanta madama, Don! gallantissima!

SURLY
:
Por todos
los dioses, la mas acabada

Hermosura, que he visto en mi vida!

FACE
: Is't not a gallant language that they speak?

60
KASTRIL
: An admirable language! is't not french?

FACE
: No, Spanish, sir.

KASTRIL
:                       It goes like law French,

And that, they say, is the courtliest language.

FACE
:                                                                            List, sir.

SURLY
:
El sol
ha perdido su lumbre, con el

Resplandor que trde esta dama! Valga me dios!

FACE
: H'admires your sister.

KASTRIL
:                                      Must not she make curt'sy?

SUBTLE
: 'Ods will, she must go to him, man, and kiss him!

It is the Spanish fashion, for the women

To make first court.

FACE
:                               'Tis true he tells you, sir;

His art knows all.

SURLY
:                         
Porque
no se acùde?

70    
KASTRIL
: He speaks to her, I think.

FACE
:                                                             That he does, sir.

SURLY
:
Por
el amor de dios, que es esto que se tàrda?

KASTRIL
: Nay, see: she will not understand him! Gull,

Noddy!

DAME PLIANT
: What say you, brother?

KASTRIL
:                                                            Ass, my suster,

Go kuss him, as the cunning-man would ha' you;

I'll thrust a pin i' your buttocks else.

FACE
:                                                              O no, sir.

SURLY
:
Señora
mia, mi persona muy indigna està

Allegar à tanta hermosura
.

FACE
: Does he not use her bravely?

KASTRIL
:                                                     Bravely, i' faith!

FACE
: Nay, he will use her better.

KASTRIL
:                                              Do you think so?

80   
SURLY
:
Señora
, si sera servida, entremos
.

[
Exit with
DAME PLIANT.]

KASTRIL
: Where does he carry her?

FACE
:                                                          Into the garden, sir;

Take you no thought. I must interpret for her.

SUBTLE
[
aside to
FACE
]: Give Dol the word.

[
Exit
FACE
.]

                                               – Come, my fierce child, advance,

We'll to our quarrelling lesson again.

KASTRIL
:                                                        Agreed.

I love a Spanish boy with all my heart.

SUBTLE
: Nay, and by this means, sir, you shall be brother

To a great count.

KASTRIL
:                    Ay, I knew that at first.

This match will advance the house of the Kastrils.

SUBTLE
: 'Pray God your sister prove but pliant!

KASTRIL
:                                                                    Why,

Her name is so, by her other husband.

90   
SUBTLE
:                                                                  How!

KASTRIL
: The Widow Pliant. knew you not that?

SUBTLE
:                                                                                No, faith, sir;

Yet, by the erection of her
figure
, I guessed it.

Come, let's go practise.

KASTRIL
:                      Yes, but do you think, Doctor,

I e' er shall quarrel well?

SUBTLE
:                          I warrant you.

[
Exeunt
.]

IV, V      [
SCENE THREE
]

[
A room upstairs in Lovewit's house
.]

[
Enter
DOL]
in her fit of talking [followed by
MAMMON
.]

[
DOL COMMON
:] For, after Alexander's death –

MAMMON
:                                                            Good lady –

DOL COMMON
: That Perdiccas and Antigonus were slain,

The two that stood, seleuc' and ptolemy –

MAMMON
:                                                           Madam –

DOL COMMON
: Made up the two legs, and the fourth beast,

That was Gog-north and Egypt-south; which after

Was called Gog-iron-leg and South-iron-leg –

MAMMON
:                                                              Lady–

DOL COMMON
: And then Gog-hornèd. So was Egypt, too:

Then Egypt-clay-leg, and Gog-clay-leg –

MAMMON
:                                                         Sweet madam –

DOL COMMON
: And last Gog-dust, and Egypt-dust, which fall

10         In the last link of the fourth chain. And these

Be stars in story, which none see, or look at –

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