DOL. No!
FACE. No, my smock rampant. The right is, my master
Knows all, has pardon'd me, and he will keep them;
Doctor, 'tis true -- you look -- for all your figures:
I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners,
Both he and she be satisfied; for here
Determines the indenture tripartite
'Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do
Is to help you over the wall, o' the back-side,
Or lend you a sheet to save your velvet gown, Dol.
Here will be officers presently, bethink you
Of some course suddenly to 'scape the dock:
For thither you will come else.
[LOUD KNOCKING.]
Hark you, thunder.
SUB. You are a precious fiend!
OFFI [WITHOUT]. Open the door.
FACE. Dol, I am sorry for thee i'faith; but hear'st thou?
It shall go hard but I will place thee somewhere:
Thou shalt have my letter to mistress Amo --
DOL. Hang you!
FACE. Or madam Caesarean.
DOL. Pox upon you, rogue,
Would I had but time to beat thee!
FACE. Subtle,
Let's know where you set up next; I will send you
A customer now and then, for old acquaintance:
What new course have you?
SUB. Rogue, I'll hang myself;
That I may walk a greater devil than thou,
And haunt thee in the flock-bed and the buttery.
[EXEUNT.]
SCENE 5.3.
AN OUTER ROOM IN THE SAME.
ENTER LOVEWIT IN THE SPANISH DRESS, WITH THE PARSON.
LOUD KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.
LOVE. What do you mean, my masters?
MAM [WITHOUT]. Open your door,
Cheaters, bawds, conjurers.
OFFI [WITHOUT]. Or we will break it open.
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