Four pound a year by that! there's luck and thrift too! The very Devil may come hereafter as well. [Aside. Pug. Yes, if I do not Offend, you can, sure. Fitz Faith, Devil, very hardly: I'll call you by your surname, 'cause I love it. Enter, behind, ENGINE, with a cloke on his arm, WITTIPOL, and MANLY. Eng. Yonder he walks, sir, I'll go lift him for you. Wit. To him, good Engine, raise him up by degrees, Gently, and hold him there too, you can do it. [Engine goes to Fitzdottrel and takes him aside. Man. Is't possible there should be such a man! Wit. You shall be your own witness; I'll not labour To tempt you past your faith. So very handsome, say you? Wit. I have not seen her Since I came home from travel; and they say I saw her once; but so, as she hath stuck Deep in the eyes, she hardly leaves the inn. Wit. Very brave; however Himself be sordid, he is sensual that way: Man. And furnish forth himself so from the brokers? Wit. Yes, that's a hired suit he now has on, To see the DEVIL IS AN ASs, to day, in. This Engine gets three or four pound a week by him He dares not miss a new play or a feast, What rate soever clothes be at; and thinks Man. But stay, Does he love meat so? Wit. Faith, he does not hate it. But that's not it: his belly and his palate He has of his own great and catholic strengths, Fitz. [after saying on the cloke.] A fair garment, By my faith, Engine! Eng. It was never made, sir, For threescore pound, I assure you: 'twill yield thirty. The plush, sir, cost three pound ten shillings a yard: And then the lace and velvet! Fitz. I shall, Engine, Be look'd at, prettily, in it: art thou sure [He gives him the play-bill. I will not lose you, sirrah. But, Engine, think you So mad upon the matter, that he'll part Eng. Trust not your Engine, Break me to pieces else, as you would do That has not one true wheel in him. Do but talk with him. Fitz. I shall do that, to satisfy you, Engine, And myself too. [comes forward.]-With your leave, gentlemen. Which of you is it,' is so mere idolater Fitz. Good time! your name Is Wittipol? Wit. The same, sir. Fitz. And 'tis told me You have travell'd lately? • Which of you is it, &c.] This adventure of the cloke, as Langbaine observes, is from Boccacio, Day 3. Nov. 5. It is there told of Francisco Vergellesi, who parts with a horse on the conditions stipulated in the text. Jonson has judiciously adapted his bribe to the disposition of his characters; but for a person who is now, perhaps, for the first time indebted to a preceding writer for any part of his plot, the incident seems scarcely worth the borrowing. Wit. That I have, sir. Fitz. Truly, Your travels may have alter'd your complexion; But sure your wit stood still. Wit. It may well be, sir; All heads have not like growth. Fitz. The good man's gravity, That left you land, your father, never taught you These pleasant matches. Wit. No, nor can his mirth, With whom I make them, put me off. Fitz. You are Resolved then? Wit. Yes, sir. Fitz. Beauty is the saint, You'll sacrifice your self into the shirt to? Wit. So I may still clothe and keep warm your wisdom. Fitz. You lade me, sir!' Wit. I know what you will bear, sir. Fitz. Well, to the point. 'Tis only, sir, you say, To speak unto my wife? Wit. Only to speak to her. Fitz. And in my presence? Wit. In your very presence. Fitz. And in my hearing? Wit. In your hearing; so You interrupt us not. Fitz. For the short space You do demand, the fourth part of an hour, Wit. I ask no more. 7 You lade me, sir!] This is equivalent to the modern phrase, you do not spare me. You lay what imputations you please upon me. The word occurs again in this sense, p. 35. Fitz. Please you, walk toward my house, Speak what you list; that time is yours; my right I have departed with: but not beyond A minute, or a second, look for. Length, And drawing out may advance much to these matches. And I except all kissing: kisses are Silent petitions still with willing lovers. Wit. Lovers! how falls that o' your phantasy? Fitz. Sir, I do know somewhat; I forbid all lip-work. Wit. I am not eager at forbidden dainties: Who covets unfit things, denies himself. Fitz. You say well, sir; 'twas prettily said, that same: He does indeed. I'll have no touches therefore, His pulse lies in his palm; and I defend But talk, sir, what you will. Use all the tropes And schemes, that prince Quintilian cau afford you: And much good do your rhetoric's heart. You are welcome, sir. [Opens the door of his house. Engine, God be wi' you! * I do defend them any thing like action.] To defend, from the Fr. defendre, is to forbid. This sense of the word is common in our old writers. Thus Chaucer, in The Wife of Bath's Prologue, ▼. 59, "Where can you say in any manir age And Spenser, "That, O ye heavens, defend! and turn away." Faerie Queene, B. 5. Č. 8. St. 10. |