DOL. Why, so, my good baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours, That scarce have smiled twice since the king came in, A feast of laughter at our follies? Rascals, Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride, Or you t' have but a hole to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay ear-rent? No, agree. And may don Provost ride a feasting long, In his old velvet jerkin and stain'd scarfs, My noble sovereign, and worthy general, Ere we contribute a new crewel garter To his most worsted worship. SUB. Royal Dol! Spoken like Claridiana, and thyself. FACE. For which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be styled Dol Common, but Dol Proper, Dol Singular: the longest cut at night, Shall draw thee for his Doll Particular. [BELL RINGS WITHOUT.] SUB. Who's that? one rings. To the window, Dol: [EXIT DOL.] --pray heaven, The master do not trouble us this quarter. FACE. O, fear not him. While there dies one a week O' the plague, he's safe, from thinking toward London. Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now; I had a letter from him. If he do, He'll send such word, for airing of the house, As you shall have sufficient time to quit it: Though we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter. [RE-ENTER DOL.] SUB. Who is it, Dol? DOL. A fine young quodling. FACE. O, My lawyer's clerk, I lighted on last night, In Holborn, at the Dagger. He would have (I told you of him) a familiar, To rifle with at horses, and win cups. DOL. O, let him in. SUB. Stay. Who shall do't? FACE. Get you Your robes on: I will meet him as going out. DOL. And what shall I do? FACE. Not be seen; away! [EXIT DOL.] Seem you very reserv'd. SUB. Enough. [EXIT.] FACE [ALOUD AND RETIRING]. God be wi' you, sir, I pray you let him know that I was here: His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but-- DAP [WITHIN]. Captain, I am here. FACE. Who's that?--He's come, I think, doctor. [ENTER DAPPER.] Good faith, sir, I was going away. DAP. In truth I am very sorry, captain. FACE. But I thought Sure I should meet you. DAP. Ay, I am very glad. I had a scurvy writ or two to make, And I had lent my watch last night to one That dines to-day at the sheriff's, and so was robb'd Of my past-time. [RE-ENTER SUBTLE IN HIS VELVET CAP AND GOWN.] Is this the cunning-man? FACE. This is his worship. DAP. Is he a doctor? FACE. Yes. DAP. And have you broke with him, captain? FACE. Ay. DAP. And how? FACE. Faith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty I know not what to say. DAP. Not so, good captain. FACE. Would I were fairly rid of it, believe me. DAP. Nay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should you wish so? I dare assure you, I'll not be ungrateful. FACE. I cannot think you will, sir. But the law Is such a thing--and then he says, Read's matter Falling so lately.