KAS [WITHIN]. Where's the captain? FACE [WITHIN]. Gone, sir, About some business. KAS [WITHIN]. Gone! FACE [WITHIN]. He'll return straight. But master doctor, his lieutenant, is here. [ENTER KASTRIL, FOLLOWED BY DAME PLIANT.] SUB. Come near, my worshipful boy, my terrae fili, That is, my boy of land; make thy approaches: Welcome; I know thy lusts, and thy desires, And I will serve and satisfy them. Begin, Charge me from thence, or thence, or in this line; Here is my centre: ground thy quarrel. KAS. You lie. SUB. How, child of wrath and anger! the loud lie? For what, my sudden boy? KAS. Nay, that look you to, I am afore-hand. SUB. O, this is no true grammar, And as ill logic! You must render causes, child, Your first and second intentions, know your canons And your divisions, moods, degrees, and differences, Your predicaments, substance, and accident, Series, extern and intern, with their causes, Efficient, material, formal, final, And have your elements perfect. KAS [ASIDE]. What is this? The angry tongue he talks in? SUB. That false precept, Of being afore-hand, has deceived a number, And made them enter quarrels, often-times, Before they were aware; and afterward, Against their wills. KAS. How must I do then, sir? SUB. I cry this lady mercy: she should first Have been saluted. [KISSES HER.] I do call you lady, Because you are to be one, ere't be long, My soft and buxom widow. KAS. Is she, i'faith? SUB. Yes, or my art is an egregious liar. KAS. How know you? SUB. By inspection on her forehead, And subtlety of her lip, which must be tasted Often to make a judgment. [KISSES HER AGAIN.] 'Slight, she melts Like a myrobolane:--here is yet a line, In rivo frontis, tells me he is no knight. DAME P. What is he then, sir? SUB. Let me see your hand. O, your linea fortunae makes it plain; And stella here in monte Veneris. But, most of all, junctura annularis. He is a soldier, or a man of art, lady, But shall have some great honour shortly. DAME P. Brother, He's a rare man, believe me! [RE-ENTER FACE, IN HIS UNIFORM.] KAS. Hold your peace. Here comes the t'other rare man.--'Save you, captain. FACE. Good master Kastril! Is this your sister? KAS. Ay, sir. Please you to kuss her, and be proud to know her. FACE. I shall be proud to know you, lady. [KISSES HER.] DAME P. Brother, He calls me lady too. KAS. Ay, peace: I heard it. [TAKES HER ASIDE.] FACE. The count is come. SUB. Where is he? FACE. At the door. SUB. Why, you must entertain him. FACE. What will you do With these the while? SUB. Why, have them up, and shew them Some fustian book, or the dark glass. FACE. 'Fore God, She is a delicate dab-chick! I must have her. [EXIT.]