What shall we do with this same puffin here,
Now he's on 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 in the way. Please you to walk
Three or four turns, but till his back be turned,
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
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
Hold out, an 'twere this two hours, for her highness;
I can assure you that. We will not lose
All we have done. --
SUB. He must not see, nor speak
To any body, till then.
FACE. For that we'll put, sir,
A stay in's mouth.
SUB. Of what?
FACE. Of gingerbread.
Make you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her grace
Thus far, shall not now crincle for a little. --
Gape, sir, and let him fit you.
[THEY THRUST A GAG OF GINGERBREAD IN HIS MOUTH.]
SUB. Where shall we now
Bestow him?
DOL. In the privy.
SUB. Come along, sir,
I now must shew you Fortune's privy lodgings.
FACE. Are they perfumed, and his bath ready?
SUB.
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