ACT I.
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CENE \.—A Room. Enter Subtle, followed by Face, l.h. Sub. Nay, nay, though ihy name be Face, and tliou hndst Tace of brass, thou shalt not out-face me. Face. Then must I be unable to handle a most excellentsubject ; though shame and thee have long ginee parted,will so anatomize that calf's head of thine. Sub. Cal!"s head ! Blood of my life, I have a mind tmark my resentment in such legible characters upon thnTyburn visage of thine, ag will put ihy features in mourn Face. Come on then, see whose stomach will bear bruiij best ; I'll tickle those pampered sides.Sub. A poor, ignorant, impertinent, ungrateful wretch«e life, to my disgrace be it spoken, I have saved — vililem of an empty cask, much sound, no contents — cansi forget the mouldy crusts, Suffolk cheese, and iII beer, on which thou werl starving, in commoncribbed rats and limping mice?Face. Mighty well, mighty well, master Subtle.b. Have I not made thee an occasional captain ? ;lline; thy pockets as well us thy belly? have I not taughtdull as thou art, to converse with and impost <su. -*■&-decrees of mankind? h&ve\ tto\,^uw\ vXve itea^&a*.(/<;i( ever marred common sei\w:,&tfM , S« wA ' WJ "**■ &»6 Mighty- fine ! Face. Remember St. Giles's, scape-grace, where I fountei! complete uinbh u ol' poverty , resembling the fruit ofo■ ,i . , v|,i,. t r] to wind and weather, not a coolllit buck, it slocking to I by legs, nor a shoe to thy (t-et. h 'ill ; go on, sir, Face. Did I not lind thee, mtcrileniHliun, with a beard .■ withal to pay a penoj irbei . furrowed brows, sunk i'yes, and chattering teeth ■awltng by the doors of cook-shops, to feed upon tin . [ beeflSv6 Tremble, audacious villain, at tbj insolence— few Faci Did I llOt pUl thei Mime likm,', sriiiK-h r|i. . "'- Pale, I I'-lim tl hadsl nol as ' n ;,. ;ii„, in thee as would furnish a tinder-bos, did I not,.-. ;. guardian genius, bring Lhee lo this houses'Suf>. Ves, thy master's bouse ; which, like a hungry mat-i. unci for a single bone would havr F'lcc. Did I tiui rh;ilil.' ili,-.j in carry on the deception ' atehymv, I'ortiinc-iellin;:, urn! ulgebrn , your minerals, , and animals, to fleece the credulous vulgar ! ive not I provided you with conjurer's rubes, stills, ylasse-, ials, lo carry on thy pre* i-..- I I.-! done all this ! Sub. Ai.il snswt-r in.-', miscrefnit, has! ihou nol thy than o I'l unthankful t eachfulsome Enter Tricksy, l.ii. Trick. How now, my masters? (In centre.) What tanta-these, 1 trow ? Why ye look as black at eachother as a dark Christmas.
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