SUB. Pray you, forbear --
FACE. He has
Four angels here.
SUB. You do me wrong, good sir.
FACE. Doctor, wherein? to tempt you with these spirits?
SUB. To tempt my art and love, sir, to my peril.
Fore heaven, I scarce can think you are my friend,
That so would draw me to apparent danger.
FACE. I draw you! a horse draw you, and a halter,
You, and your flies together --
DAP. Nay, good captain.
FACE. That know no difference of men.
SUB. Good words, sir.
FACE. Good deeds, sir, doctor dogs-meat. 'Slight, I bring you
No cheating Clim o' the Cloughs or Claribels,
That look as big as five-and-fifty, and flush;
And spit out secrets like hot custard --
DAP. Captain!
FACE. Nor any melancholic under-scribe,
Shall tell the vicar; but a special gentle,
That is the heir to forty marks a year,
Consorts with the small poets of the time,
Is the sole hope of his old grandmother;
That knows the law, and writes you six fair hands,
Is a fine clerk, and has his cyphering perfect.
Will take his oath o' the Greek Testament,
If need be, in his pocket; and can court
His mistress out of Ovid.
DAP. Nay, dear captain --
FACE. Did you not tell me so?
DAP. Yes; but I'd have you
Use master doctor with some more respect.
FACE. Hang him, proud stag, with his broad velvet head! --
But for your sake, I'd choak, ere I would change
An article of breath with such a puckfist:
Come, let's be gone.
[GOING.]
SUB. Pray you let me speak with you.
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