SCENE V.[1952

FACE, DAPPER. [_Enter_] SUBTLE, _disguised like a priest of Fairy_ [_with a strip of cloth_].

_Sub._ [_in a feigned voice_.] Is yet her grace’s cousin come?

_Face._ He is come.

_Sub._ And is he fasting?

_Face._ Yes.

_Sub._ And hath cried “hum”?

_Face._ Thrice, you must answer.

_Dap._ Thrice.

_Sub._ And as oft “buz”?

_Face._ If you have, say.

_Dap._ I have.

_Sub._ Then, to her cuz, Hoping that he hath vinegar’d his senses, 5 As he was bid, the Fairy queen dispenses, By me, this robe, the petticoat of Fortune; Which that he straight put on, she doth importune. And though to Fortune near be her petticoat, 9 Yet nearer is her smock, the queen doth note: And therefore, even of that a piece she hath sent, Which, being a child, to wrap him in was rent; And prays him for a scarf he now will wear it, With as much love as then her grace did tear it, About his eyes, (_They blind him with the rag._) to show he is fortunate. 15 And, trusting unto her to make his state, He’ll throw away all worldly pelf about him; Which that he will perform, she doth not doubt him.

_Face._ She need not doubt him, sir. Alas, he has nothing But what he will part withal as willingly, 20 Upon her grace’s word—throw away your purse— As she would ask it:—handkerchiefs and all— She cannot bid that thing but he’ll obey.— If you have a ring about you, cast it off, Or a silver seal at your wrist; her grace will send (_He throws away, as they bid him._) 25 Her fairies here to search you, therefore deal Directly[1953] with her highness: if they find That you conceal a mite, you are undone.

_Dap._ Truly, there’s all.

_Face._ All what?

_Dap._ My money; truly.

_Face._ Keep nothing that is transitory about you. 30 [Aside to SUBTLE.] Bid Dol play music.—Look, the elves are come

DOL. _enters with a cittern_.

To pinch you, if you tell not the truth. Advise you. _They pinch him._

_Dap._ O! I have a paper with a spur-ryal[1954] in’t.

_Face._ _Ti, ti._ They knew’t, they say.

_Sub._ _Ti, ti, ti, ti._ He has more yet.

_Face. Ti, ti-ti-ti._ I’ the other pocket?

_Sub._ _Titi, titi, titi, titi. titi._ 35 They must pinch him or he will never confess, they say. [_They pinch him again._]

_Dap._ O, O!

_Face._ Nay, pray you, hold: he is her grace’s nephew _Ti, ti, ti?_ What care you? Good faith, you shall care.— 39 Deal plainly, sir, and shame the fairies. Show You are innocent.

_Dap._ By this good light, I ha’ nothing.

_Sub. Ti, ti, ti, ti, to, ta._ He does equivocate she says: _Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da_; and swears by the light when he is blinded.

_Dap._ By this good dark, I ha’ nothing but a half-crown 44 Of gold about my wrist, that my love gave me; And a leaden heart I wore sin’ she forsook me.

_Face._ I thought ’t was something. And would you incur Your aunt’s displeasure for these trifles? Come, I had rather you had thrown away twenty half-crowns. [_Takes it off._] You may wear your leaden heart still.—How now! 50

_Sub._ What news, Dol?

_Dol._ Yonder’s your knight, Sir Mammon.

_Face._ God’s lid, we never thought of him till now! Where is he?

_Dol._ Here hard by. He’s at the door.

_Sub._ And you are not ready now! Dol, get his suit. [_Exit_ DOL.] He must not be sent back.

_Face._ O, by no means, 55 What shall we do with this same puffin[1955] here, Now he’s o’ the spit?

_Sub._ Why, lay him back awhile, With some device. [_Re-enter_ DOL _with_ FACE’S _clothes_.] —_Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti._ Would her grace speak with me? I come.—Help, Dol! _Knocking without._

_Face._ (_speaks through the keyhole._)—Who ’s there? Sir Epicure, My master’s i’ the way. Please you to walk 60 Three or four turns, but till his back be turn’d, And I am for you.—Quickly, Dol!

_Sub._ Her grace Commends her kindly to you, Master Dapper.

_Dap._ I long to see her grace.

_Sub._ She now is set At dinner in her bed, and she has sent you 65 From her own private trencher, a dead mouse, And a piece of gingerbread, to be merry withal, And stay your stomach, lest you faint with fasting: Yet if you could hold out till she saw you, she says, It would be better for you.

_Face._ Sir, he shall 70 Hold out, an’t were this two hours, for her highness; I can assure you that. We will not lose All we ha’ done.——

_Sub._ He must not see, nor speak To anybody, till then.

_Face._ For that we’ll put, sir, A stay in’s mouth.

_Sub._ Of what?

_Face._ Of gingerbread. 75 Make you it fit. He that hath pleas’d her grace Thus far, shall not now crinkle[1956] for a little.—— Gape, sir, and let him fit you. [_They thrust a gag of gingerbread into his mouth._]

_Sub._ ——Where shall we now Bestow him?

_Dol._ I’ the privy.——

_Sub._ Come along, sir, 80 I must now show you Fortune’s privy lodgings.

_Face._ Are they perfum’d, 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.]