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Act IIScene IV. The same.
Scene IV. The same.
Face. [Re-enter] Subtle and Dol
Sub. Has he bit? has he bit?
Face. And swallowed, too, my Subtle.
I have given him line, and now he plays, i` faith.
Sub. And shall we twitch him?
Face. Thorough both the gills.
A wench is a rare bait, with which a man
No sooner`s taken, but he straight firks mad.^1
[Footnote 1: Runs mad.]
Sub. Dol, my Lord What`ts`hum`s sister, you must now
Bear yourself statelich.
Dol. O, let me alone.
I`ll not forget my race, I warrant you.
I`ll keep my distance, laugh and talk aloud;
Have all the tricks of a proud scurvy lady,
And be as rude`s her woman.
Face. Well said, sanguine!^2
[Footnote 2: Red cheeks.]
Sub. But will he send his andirons?
Face. His jack too,
And `s iron shoeing-horn; I have spoke to him. Well,
I must not lose my wary gamester yonder.
Sub. O, Monsieur Caution, that will not be gull`d?
Face. Ay,
If I can strike a fine hook into him, now! -
The Temple-church, there I have cast mine angle.
Well, pray for me. I`ll about it. Knocking without.
Sub. What, more gudgeons!^3
[Footnote 3: Easy dupes.]
Dol, scout, scout! [Dol goes to the window.] Stay, Face, you must
go to the door,
`Pray God it be my anabaptist - Who is`t, Dol?
Dol. I know him not: he looks like a gold-end-man.^4
[Footnote 4: A man who buys broken remnants of gold.]
Sub. `Ods so! `tis he, he said he would send - what call you him?
The sanctified elder, that should deal
For Mammon`s jack and andirons. Let him in.
Stay, help me off, first, with my gown. [Exit Face with the gown.]
Away,
Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. [Exit. Dol.] Now,
In a new tune, new gesture, but old language. -
This fellow is sent from one negotiates with me
About the stone too, for the holy brethren
Of Amsterdam, the exil`d saints, that hope
To raise their discipline^5 by it. I must use him
In some strange fashion now, to make him admire me.
[Footnote 5: Puritan form of church government.]
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