FACE. I'll tell you, sir, What he did tell me of Nab. It's a strange thing:-- By the way, you must eat no cheese, Nab, it breeds melancholy, And that same melancholy breeds worms; but pass it:-- He told me, honest Nab here was ne'er at tavern But once in's life! DRUG. Truth, and no more I was not. FACE. And then he was so sick-- DRUG. Could he tell you that too? FACE. How should I know it? DRUG. In troth we had been a shooting, And had a piece of fat ram-mutton to supper, That lay so heavy o' my stomach-- FACE. And he has no head To bear any wine; for what with the noise of the fidlers, And care of his shop, for he dares keep no servants-- DRUG. My head did so ach-- FACE. And he was fain to be brought home, The doctor told me: and then a good old woman-- DRUG. Yes, faith, she dwells in Sea-coal-lane,--did cure me, With sodden ale, and pellitory of the wall; Cost me but two-pence. I had another sickness Was worse than that. FACE. Ay, that was with the grief Thou took'st for being cess'd at eighteen-pence, For the water-work. DRUG. In truth, and it was like T' have cost me almost my life. FACE. Thy hair went off? DRUG. Yes, sir; 'twas done for spight. FACE. Nay, so says the doctor. KAS. Pray thee, tobacco-boy, go fetch my suster; I'll see this learned boy before I go; And so shall she. FACE. Sir, he is busy now: But if you have a sister to fetch hither, Perhaps your own pains may command her sooner; And he by that time will be free. KAS. I go. [EXIT.] FACE. Drugger, she's thine: the damask!-- [EXIT ABEL.] Subtle and I Must wrestle for her. [ASIDE.] --Come on, master Dapper, You see how I turn clients here away, To give your cause dispatch; have you perform'd The ceremonies were enjoin'd you? DAP. Yes, of the vinegar, And the clean shirt. FACE. 'Tis well: that shirt may do you More worship than you think. Your aunt's a-fire, But that she will not shew it, t' have a sight of you. Have you provided for her grace's servants? DAP. Yes, here are six score Edward shillings. FACE. Good! DAP. And an old Harry's sovereign. FACE. Very good! DAP. And three James shillings, and an Elizabeth groat, Just twenty nobles. FACE. O, you are too just. I would you had had the other noble in Maries. DAP. I have some Philip and Maries. FACE. Ay, those same Are best of all: where are they? Hark, the doctor. [ENTER SUBTLE, DISGUISED LIKE A PRIEST OF FAIRY, WITH A STRIPE OF CLOTH.] SUB [IN A FEIGNED VOICE]. Is yet her grace's cousin come? FACE. He is come. SUB. And is he fasting? FACE. Yes. SUB. And hath cried hum? FACE. Thrice, you must answer. DAP. Thrice. SUB. And as oft buz? FACE. If you have, say. DAP. I have.