SUB. Then, to her cuz, Hoping that he hath vinegar'd his senses, As he was bid, the Fairy queen dispenses, By me, this robe, the petticoat of fortune; Which that he straight put on, she doth importune. And though to fortune near be her petticoat, Yet nearer is her smock, the queen doth note: And therefore, ev'n of that a piece she hath sent Which, being a child, to wrap him in was rent; And prays him for a scarf he now will wear it, With as much love as then her grace did tear it, About his eyes, [THEY BLIND HIM WITH THE RAG,] to shew he is fortunate. And, trusting unto her to make his state, He'll throw away all worldly pelf about him; Which that he will perform, she doth not doubt him. FACE. She need not doubt him, sir. Alas, he has nothing, But what he will part withal as willingly, Upon her grace's word--throw away your purse-- As she would ask it;--handkerchiefs and all-- [HE THROWS AWAY, AS THEY BID HIM.] She cannot bid that thing, but he'll obey.-- If you have a ring about you, cast it off, Or a silver seal at your wrist; her grace will send Her fairies here to search you, therefore deal Directly with her highness: if they find That you conceal a mite, you are undone. DAP. Truly, there's all. FACE. All what? DAP. My money; truly. FACE. Keep nothing that is transitory about you. [ASIDE TO SUBTLE.] Bid Dol play music.-- [DOL PLAYS ON THE CITTERN WITHIN.] Look, the elves are come. To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Advise you. [THEY PINCH HIM.] DAP. O! I have a paper with a spur-ryal in't. FACE. Ti, ti. They knew't, they say. SUB. Ti, ti, ti, ti. He has more yet. FACE. Ti, ti-ti-ti. [ASIDE TO SUB.] In the other pocket. SUB. Titi, titi, titi, titi, titi. They must pinch him or he will never confess, they say. [THEY PINCH HIM AGAIN.] DAP. O, O! FACE. Nay, pray you, hold: he is her grace's nephew, Ti, ti, ti? What care you? good faith, you shall care.-- Deal plainly, sir, and shame the fairies. Shew You are innocent. DAP. By this good light, I have nothing. SUB. Ti, ti, ti, ti, to, ta. He does equivocate she says: Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da; and swears by the LIGHT when he is blinded. DAP. By this good DARK, I have nothing but a half-crown Of gold about my wrist, that my love gave me; And a leaden heart I wore since she forsook me. FACE. I thought 'twas something. And would you incur Your aunt's displeasure for these trifles? Come, I had rather you had thrown away twenty half-crowns. [TAKES IT OFF.] You may wear your leaden heart still.-- [ENTER DOL HASTILY.] How now! SUB. What news, Dol? DOL. Yonder's your knight, sir Mammon. FACE. 'Ods lid, we never thought of him till now! Where is he? DOL. Here hard by: he is at the door. SUB. And you are not ready now! Dol, get his suit. [EXIT DOL.] He must not be sent back.