The Alchemist

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Excerpt: ... 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... Viac o knihe

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Excerpt: ... 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. FACE. O, by no means. What shall we do with this same puffin here, Now he's on the spit? SUB. Why, lay him back awhile, With some device. RE-ENTER DOL, WITH FACE'S CLOTHES. - Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, Would her grace speak with me? I come. - Help, Dol! KNOCKING WITHOUT. FACE SPEAKS THROUGH THE KEYHOLE. Who's there? sir Epicure, My master's in the way. Please you to walk Three or four turns, but till his back be turned, And I am for you. - Quickly, Dol! SUB. Her grace Commends her kindly to you, master Dapper. DAP. I long to see her grace. SUB. She now is set At dinner in her bed, and she has sent you From her own private trencher, a dead mouse, And a piece of gingerbread, to be merry withal, And stay your stomach, lest you faint with fasting: Yet if you could hold out till she saw you, she says, It would be better for you. FACE. Sir, he shall Hold out, an 'twere this two hours, for her highness; I can assure you that. We will not lose All we have done. - SUB. He must not see, nor speak To any body, till then. FACE. For that we'll put, sir, A stay in's mouth. SUB. Of what? FACE. Of gingerbread. Make you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her grace Thus far, shall not now crincle for a little. - Gape, sir, and let him fit you. THEY THRUST A GAG OF GINGERBREAD IN HIS MOUTH. SUB. Where shall we now Bestow him? DOL. In the privy. SUB. Come along, sir, I now must shew you Fortune's privy lodgings. FACE. Are they perfumed, and his bath ready? SUB. All: Only the fumigation's somewhat strong. FACE SPEAKING THROUGH THE KEYHOLE. Sir Epicure, I am yours, sir, by and by. EXEUNT WITH DAPPER. ACT 4. SCENE 4.1. A ROOM IN LOVEWIT'S HOUSE. ENTER FACE AND MAMMON....

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