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 Unto the doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you In the other matter? can we ever think, When you have won five or six thousand pound, You'll send us shares in't, by this rate?

Dap.By Jove, sir, I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half. I'fac's no oath.

Sub.No, no, he did but jest.

Face.Go to. Go thank the doctor: he's your friend, To take it so.

Dap.I thank his worship.

Face.So! Another angel.

Dap.Must I?

Face.Must you! 'slight, What else is thanks? will you be trivial?—Doctor,[Dapper gives him the money.] When must he come for his familiar?

Dap.Shall I not have it with me?

Sub.O, good sir! There must a world of ceremonies pass;