as'd her grace
Thus far, shall not now crincle for a little.--
Gape, sir, and let him fit you.
[THEY THRUST A GAG OF GINGERBREAD IN HIS MOUTH.]
SUB. Where shall we now
Bestow him?
DOL. In the privy.
SUB. Come along, sir,
I now must shew you Fortune's privy lodgings.
FACE. Are they perfumed, and his bath ready?
SUB. All:
Only the fumigation's somewhat strong.
FACE [SPEAKING THROUGH THE KEYHOLE].
Sir Epicure, I am yours, sir, by and by.
[EXEUNT WITH DAPPER.]
ACT 4. SCENE 4.1.
A ROOM IN LOVEWIT'S HOUSE.
ENTER FACE AND MAMMON.
FACE. O sir, you're come in the only finest time.--
MAM. Where's master?
FACE. Now preparing for projection, sir.
Your stuff will be all changed shortly.
MAM. Into gold?
FACE. To gold and silver, sir.
MAM. Silver I care not for.
FACE. Yes, sir, a little to give beggars.
MAM. Where's the lady?
FACE. At hand here. I have told her such brave things of you,
Touching your bounty, and your noble spirit--
MAM. Hast thou?
FACE. As she is almost in her fit to see you.
But, good sir, no divinity in your conference,
For fear of putting her in rage.--
MAM. I warrant thee.
FACE. Six men [sir] will not hold her down: and then,
If the old man should hear or see you--
MAM. Fear not.
FACE. The very house, sir, would run mad. You know it,
How scrupulous he is, and violent,
'Gainst the least act of sin. Physic, or mathematics,
Poetry, state, or bawdry, as I told you,
She will endure, and never startle; but
No word of controversy.
MAM. I am school'd, good Ulen.
FACE. And you must praise her house, remember that,
And her nobility.
MAM. Let me alone:
No herald, no, nor antiquary, Lungs,
Shall do it better. Go.
FACE [ASIDE]. Why, this is yet
A kind of modern happiness, to have
Dol Common for a great lady.
[EXIT.]
MAM. Now, Epicure,
Heighten thyself, talk to her all in gold;
Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops
Unto his Danae; shew the god a miser,
Compared with Mammon. What! the stone will do't.
She shall feel gold, taste gold, hear gold, sleep gold;
Nay, we will concumbere gold: I will be puissant,
And mighty in my talk to her.--
[RE-ENTER FACE, WITH DOL RICHLY DRESSED.]
Here she comes.
FACE. To him, Dol, suckle him.--This is the noble knight,
I told your ladyship--
MAM. Madam, with your p
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