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Jonson, Ben, 1573-1637

"The Alchemist"


DAP [WITHIN]. Master captain! master doctor!
LOVE. Who's that?
FACE. Our clerk within, that I forgot!
[ASIDE.]
I know not, sir.
DAP [WITHIN]. For God's sake, when will her grace be at leisure?
FACE. Ha!
Illusions, some spirit o' the air --
[ASIDE.]
His gag is melted,
And now he sets out the throat.
DAP [WITHIN]. I am almost stifled --
FACE [ASIDE]. Would you were altogether.
LOVE. 'Tis in the house.
Ha! list.
FACE. Believe it, sir, in the air.
LOVE. Peace, you.
DAP [WITHIN]. Mine aunt's grace does not use me well.
SUB [WITHIN]. You fool,
Peace, you'll mar all.
FACE [SPEAKS THROUGH THE KEYHOLE,
WHILE LOVEWIT ADVANCES TO THE DOOR UNOBSERVED].
Or you will else, you rogue.
LOVE. O, is it so? Then you converse with spirits! --
Come, sir. No more of your tricks, good Jeremy.
The truth, the shortest way.
FACE. Dismiss this rabble, sir. --
[ASIDE.]
What shall I do? I am catch'd.
LOVE. Good neighbours,
I thank you all. You may depart.
[EXEUNT NEIGHBOURS.]
-- Come, sir,
You know that I am an indulgent master;
And therefore conceal nothing. What's your medicine,
To draw so many several sorts of wild fowl?
FACE. Sir, you were wont to affect mirth and wit --
But here's no place to talk on't in the street.
Give me but leave to make the best of my fortune,
And only pardon me the abuse of your house:
It's all I beg. I'll help you to a widow,
In recompence, that you shall give me thanks for,
Will make you seven years younger, and a rich one.


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