DRUG. Yes, sir. And he has damn'd himself three terms to pay me. FACE. And what does he owe for lotium? DRUG. Thirty shillings, sir; And for six syringes. SUR. Hydra of villainy! FACE. Nay, sir, you must quarrel him out o' the house. KAS. I will: --Sir, if you get not out of doors, you lie; And you are a pimp. SUR. Why, this is madness, sir, Not valour in you; I must laugh at this. KAS. It is my humour: you are a pimp and a trig, And an Amadis de Gaul, or a Don Quixote. DRUG. Or a knight o' the curious coxcomb, do you see? [ENTER ANANIAS.] ANA. Peace to the household! KAS. I'll keep peace for no man. ANA. Casting of dollars is concluded lawful. KAS. Is he the constable? SUB. Peace, Ananias. FACE. No, sir. KAS. Then you are an otter, and a shad, a whit, A very tim. SUR. You'll hear me, sir? KAS. I will not. ANA. What is the motive? SUB. Zeal in the young gentleman, Against his Spanish slops. ANA. They are profane, Lewd, superstitious, and idolatrous breeches. SUR. New rascals! KAS. Will you begone, sir? ANA. Avoid, Sathan! Thou art not of the light: That ruff of pride About thy neck, betrays thee; and is the same With that which the unclean birds, in seventy-seven, Were seen to prank it with on divers coasts: Thou look'st like antichrist, in that lewd hat. SUR. I must give way. KAS. Be gone, sir. SUR. But I'll take A course with you-- ANA. Depart, proud Spanish fiend! SUR. Captain and doctor. ANA. Child of perdition! KAS. Hence, sir!-- [EXIT SURLY.] Did I not quarrel bravely? FACE. Yes, indeed, sir. KAS. Nay, an I give my mind to't, I shall do't. FACE. O, you must follow, sir, and threaten him tame: He'll turn again else. KAS. I'll re-turn him then. [EXIT.] [SUBTLE TAKES ANANIAS ASIDE.] FACE. Drugger, this rogue prevented us for thee: We had determin'd that thou should'st have come In a Spanish suit, and have carried her so; and he, A brokerly slave! goes, puts it on himself. Hast brought the damask? DRUG. Yes, sir. FACE. Thou must borrow A Spanish suit. Hast thou no credit with the players? DRUG. Yes, sir; did you never see me play the Fool? FACE. I know not, Nab:--Thou shalt, if I can help it.-- [ASIDE.] Hieronimo's old cloak, ruff, and hat will serve; I'll tell thee more when thou bring'st 'em. [EXIT DRUGGER.] ANA. Sir, I know The Spaniard hates the brethren, and hath spies Upon their actions: and that this was one I make no scruple.--But the holy synod Have been in prayer and meditation for it; And 'tis revealed no less to them than me, That casting of money is most lawful. SUB. True. But here I cannot do it: if the house Shou'd chance to be suspected, all would out, And we be locked up in the Tower for ever, To make gold there for the state, never come out; And then are you defeated.