SUB. Do you intend it? so do we, dear Don. Have you brought pistolets, or portagues, My solemn Don?--Dost thou feel any? FACE [FEELS HIS POCKETS]. Full. SUB. You shall be emptied, Don, pumped and drawn Dry, as they say. FACE. Milked, in troth, sweet Don. SUB. See all the monsters; the great lion of all, Don. SUR. Con licencia, se puede ver a esta senora? SUB. What talks he now? FACE. Of the sennora. SUB. O, Don, This is the lioness, which you shall see Also, my Don. FACE. 'Slid, Subtle, how shall we do? SUB. For what? FACE. Why Dol's employ'd, you know. SUB. That's true. 'Fore heaven, I know not: he must stay, that's all. FACE. Stay! that he must not by no means. SUB. No! why? FACE. Unless you'll mar all. 'Slight, he will suspect it: And then he will not pay, not half so well. This is a travelled punk-master, and does know All the delays; a notable hot rascal, And looks already rampant. SUB. 'Sdeath, and Mammon Must not be troubled. FACE. Mammon! in no case. SUB. What shall we do then? FACE. Think: you must be sudden. SUR. Entiendo que la senora es tan hermosa, que codicio tan verla, como la bien aventuranza de mi vida. FACE. Mi vida! 'Slid, Subtle, he puts me in mind of the widow. What dost thou say to draw her to it, ha! And tell her 'tis her fortune? all our venture Now lies upon't. It is but one man more, Which of us chance to have her: and beside, There is no maidenhead to be fear'd or lost. What dost thou think on't, Subtle? SUB. Who? I? why-- FACE. The credit of our house too is engaged. SUB. You made me an offer for my share erewhile. What wilt thou give me, i'faith? FACE. O, by that light I'll not buy now: You know your doom to me. E'en take your lot, obey your chance, sir; win her, And wear her out, for me. SUB. 'Slight, I'll not work her then. FACE. It is the common cause; therefore bethink you. Dol else must know it, as you said. SUB. I care not. SUR. Senores, porque se tarda tanto? SUB. Faith, I am not fit, I am old. FACE. That's now no reason, sir. SUR. Puede ser de hazer burla de mi amor? FACE. You hear the Don too? by this air, I call, And loose the hinges: Dol! SUB. A plague of hell-- FACE. Will you then do? SUB. You are a terrible rogue! I'll think of this: will you, sir, call the widow? FACE. Yes, and I'll take her too with all her faults, Now I do think on't better. SUB. With all my heart, sir; Am I discharged o' the lot? FACE. As you please. SUB. Hands. [THEY TAKE HANDS.] FACE. Remember now, that upon any change, You never claim her. SUB. Much good joy, and health to you, sir, Marry a whore! fate, let me wed a witch first. SUR. Por estas honradas barbas-- SUB. He swears by his beard. Dispatch, and call the brother too. [EXIT FACE.] SUR. Tengo duda, senores, que no me hagan alguna traycion.