[BELL RINGS WITHOUT.]
SUB. Who's that? one rings. To the window, Dol:
[EXIT DOL.]
-- pray heaven,
The master do not trouble us this quarter.
FACE. O, fear not him. While there dies one a week
O' the plague, he's safe, from thinking toward London.
Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now;
I had a letter from him. If he do,
He'll send such word, for airing of the house,
As you shall have sufficient time to quit it:
Though we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter.
[RE-ENTER DOL.]
SUB. Who is it, Dol?
DOL. A fine young quodling.
FACE. O,
My lawyer's clerk, I lighted on last night,
In Holborn, at the Dagger. He would have
(I told you of him) a familiar,
To rifle with at horses, and win cups.
DOL. O, let him in.
SUB. Stay. Who shall do't?
FACE. Get you
Your robes on: I will meet him as going out.
DOL. And what shall I do?
FACE. Not be seen; away!
[EXIT DOL.]
Seem you very reserv'd.
SUB. Enough.
[EXIT.]
FACE [ALOUD AND RETIRING]. God be wi' you, sir,
I pray you let him know that I was here:
His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but --
DAP [WITHIN]. Captain, I am here.
FACE. Who's that? -- He's come, I think, doctor.
[ENTER DAPPER.]
Good faith, sir, I was going away.
DAP. In truth
I am very sorry, captain.
FACE. But I thought
Sure I should meet you.
DAP. Ay, I am very glad.
I had a scurvy writ or two to make,
And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's, and so was robb'd
Of my past-time.
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