DAP. Believe it, and I will, sir.
FACE. And you shall, sir.
[TAKES HIM ASIDE.]
You have heard all?
DAP. No, what was't? Nothing, I, sir.
FACE. Nothing!
DAP. A little, sir.
FACE. Well, a rare star
Reign'd at your birth.
DAP. At mine, sir! No.
FACE. The doctor
Swears that you are --
SUB. Nay, captain, you'll tell all now.
FACE. Allied to the queen of Fairy.
DAP. Who! that I am?
Believe it, no such matter --
FACE. Yes, and that
You were born with a cawl on your head.
DAP. Who says so?
FACE. Come,
You know it well enough, though you dissemble it.
DAP. I'fac, I do not; you are mistaken.
FACE. How!
Swear by your fac, and in a thing so known
Unto the doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you
In the other matter? can we ever think,
When you have won five or six thousand pound,
You'll send us shares in't, by this rate?
DAP. By Jove, sir,
I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half.
I'fac's no oath.
SUB. No, no, he did but jest.
FACE. Go to. Go thank the doctor: he's your friend,
To take it so.
DAP. I thank his worship.
FACE. So!
Another angel.
DAP. Must I?
FACE. Must you! 'slight,
What else is thanks? will you be trivial? -- Doctor,
[DAPPER GIVES HIM THE MONEY.]
When must he come for his familiar?
DAP. Shall I not have it with me?
SUB. O, good sir!
There must a world of ceremonies pass;
You must be bath'd and fumigated first:
Besides the queen of Fairy does not rise
Till it be noon.
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