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 I understood you, a tame bird, to fly Twice in a term, or so, on Friday nights, When you had left the office, for a nag Of forty or fifty shillings.

Dap.Ay, 'tis true, sir; But I do think now I shall leave the law, And therefore

Face.Why, this changes quite the case. Do you think that I dare move him?

Dap.If you please, sir; All's one to him, I see.

Face.What! for that money? I cannot with my conscience; nor should you Make the request, methinks.

Dap.No, sir, I mean To add consideration.

Face.Why then, sir, I'll try.—[Goes to Subtle.] Say that it were for all games, doctor.

Sub.I say then, not a mouth shall eat for him At any ordinary, but on the score, That is a gaming mouth, conceive me.

Face.Indeed!

Sub.He'll draw you all the treasure of the realm, If it be set him.

Face.Speak you this from art?

Sub.Ay, sir, and reason too, the ground of art. He is of the only best complexion, The queen of Fairy loves.

Face.What! is he?