Part 10 (1/2)
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 gla.s.s.
FACE. 'Fore G.o.d, She is a delicate dab-chick! I must have her.
[EXIT.]
SUB. Must you! ay, if your fortune will, you must. -- Come, sir, the captain will come to us presently: I'll have you to my chamber of demonstrations, Where I will shew you both the grammar and logic, And rhetoric of quarrelling; my whole method Drawn out in tables; and my instrument, That hath the several scales upon't, shall make you Able to quarrel at a straw's-breadth by moon-light. And, lady, I'll have you look in a gla.s.s, Some half an hour, but to clear your eye-sight, Against you see your fortune; which is greater, Than I may judge upon the sudden, trust me.
[EXIT, FOLLOWED BY KAST. AND DAME P.]
[RE-ENTER FACE.]
FACE. Where are you, doctor?
SUB [WITHIN]. I'll come to you presently.
FACE. I will have this same widow, now I have seen her, On any composition.
[RE-ENTER SUBTLE.]
SUB. What do you say?
FACE. Have you disposed of them?
SUB. I have sent them up.
FACE. Subtle, in troth, I needs must have this widow.
SUB. Is that the matter?
FACE. Nay, but hear me.
SUB. Go to. If you rebel once, Dol shall know it all: Therefore be quiet, and obey your chance.
FACE. Nay, thou art so violent now -- Do but conceive, Thou art old, and canst not serve -- SUB. Who cannot? I? 'Slight, I will serve her with thee, for a -- FACE. Nay, But understand: I'll give you composition.
SUB. I will not treat with thee; what! sell my fortune? 'Tis better than my birth-right. Do not murmur: Win her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol Knows it directly.
FACE. Well, sir, I am silent. Will you go help to fetch in Don in state?
[EXIT.]
SUB. I follow you, sir. We must keep Face in awe, Or he will over-look us like a tyrant. [RE-ENTER FACE, INTRODUCING SURLY DISGUISED AS A SPANIARD.] Brain of a tailor! who comes here? Don John!
SUR. Senores, beso las manos a vuestras mercedes.
SUB. Would you had stoop'd a little, and kist our anos!