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Sub.Pray you let me speak with you.

Dap.His worship calls you, captain.

Face.I am sorry
I e'er embark'd myself in such a business.

Dap.Nay, good sir; he did call you.

Face.Will he take then?

Sub.First, hear me———

Face.Not a syllable, 'less you take.

Sub.Pray you, sir———

Face.Upon no terms but an assumpsit.

Sub.Your humour must be law. [He takes the four angels.

Face.Why now, sir, talk.
Now I dare hear you with mine honour. Speak.
So may this gentleman too.

Sub.Why, sir——— [Offering to whisper Face.

Face.No whispering.

Sub.Fore heaven, you do not apprehend the loss
You do yourself in this.

Face.Wherein? for what?

Sub.Marry, to be so importunate for one,
That, when he has it, will undo you all:
He'll win up all the money in the town.

Face.How!

Sub.Yes, and blow up gamester after gamester,
As they do crackers in a puppet-play.
If I do give him a familiar,
Give you him all you play for; never set him:
For he will have it.

Face.You are mistaken, doctor.
Why he does ask one but for cups and horses,
A rifling fly; none of your great familiars.

Dap.Yes, captain, I would have it for all games.

Sub.I told you so.

Face. [Taking Dap. aside]. 'Slight, that is a new business!