Ben Jonson - The Alchemist (Act 5 Scene 1) lyrics

SCENE 1 Before LOVEWIT's Door. Enter LOVEWIT, with several of the neighbours.. LOVEWIT. Has there been such resort, say you? 1 NEIGHBOUR. Daily, sir. 2 NEIGHBOUR. And nightly, too. 3 NEIGHBOUR. Ay, some as brave as lords. 4 NEIGHBOUR. Ladies and gentlewomen. 5 NEIGHBOUR. Citizens' wives. 1 NEIGHBOUR. And knights. 6 NEIGHBOUR. In coaches. 2 NEIGHBOUR. Yes, and oyster women. 1 NEIGHBOUR. Beside other gallants. 3 NEIGHBOUR. Sailors' wives. 4 NEIGHBOUR. Tobacco men. 5 NEIGHBOUR. Another Pimlico! LOVEWIT. What should my knave advance, To draw this company? he hung out no banners Of a strange calf with five legs to be seen, Or a huge lobster with six claws? 6 NEIGHBOUR. No, sir. 3 NEIGHBOUR. We had gone in then, sir. LOVEWIT. He has no gift Of teaching in the nose that e'er I knew of. You saw no bills set up that promised cure Of agues, or the tooth-ach? 2 NEIGHBOUR. No such thing, sir! LOVEWIT. Nor heard a drum struck for baboons or puppets? 5 NEIGHBOUR. Neither, sir. LOVEWIT. What device should he bring forth now? I love a teeming wit as I love my nourishment: 'Pray God he have not kept such open house, That he hath sold my hangings, and my bedding! I left him nothing else. If he have eat them, A plague o' the moth, say I! Sure he has got Some bawdy pictures to call all this ging! The friar and the nun; or the new motion Of the knight's courser covering the parson's mare; Or 't may be, he has the fleas that run at tilt Upon a table, or some dog to dance. When saw you him? 1 NEIGHBOUR. Who, sir, Jeremy? 2 NEIGHBOUR. Jeremy butler? We saw him not this month. LOVEWIT. How! 4 NEIGHBOUR. Not these five weeks, sir. 6 NEIGHBOUR. These six weeks at the least. LOVEWIT. Y ou amaze me, neighbours! 5 NEIGHBOUR. Sure, if your worship know not where he is, He's slipt away. 6 NEIGHBOUR. Pray God, he be not made away. LOVEWIT. Ha! it's no time to question, then. [KNOCKS AT THE DOOR.] 6 NEIGHBOUR. About Some three weeks since, I heard a doleful cry, As I sat up a mending my wife's stockings. LOVEWIT. 'Tis strange that none will answer! Didst thou hear A cry, sayst thou? 6 NEIGHBOUR. Yes, sir, like unto a man That had been strangled an hour, and could not speak. 2 NEIGHBOUR. I heard it too, just this day three weeks, at two o'clock Next morning. LOVEWIT. These be miracles, or you make them so! A man an hour strangled, and could not speak, And both you heard him cry? 3 NEIGHBOUR. Yes, downward, sir. Love, Thou art a wise fellow. Give me thy hand, I pray thee. What trade art thou on? 3 NEIGHBOUR. A smith, an't please your worship. LOVEWIT. A smith! then lend me thy help to get this door open. 3 NEIGHBOUR. That I will presently, sir, but fetch my tools— [EXIT.] 1 NEIGHBOUR. Sir, best to knock again, afore you break it. LOVE [KNOCKS AGAIN]. I will. [ENTER FACE, IN HIS BUTLER'S LIVERY.] FACE. What mean you, sir? 1, 2, 4 NEIGHBOUR. O, here's Jeremy! FACE. Good sir, come from the door. LOVEWIT. Why, what's the matter? FACE. Yet farther, you are too near yet. LOVEWIT. In the name of wonder, What means the fellow! FACE. The house, sir, has been visited. LOVEWIT. What, with the plague? stand thou then farther. FACE. No, sir, I had it not. LOVEWIT. Who had it then? I left None else but thee in the house. FACE. Yes, sir, my fellow, The cat that kept the bu*tery, had it on her A week before I spied it; but I got her Convey'd away in the night: and so I shut The house up for a month— LOVEWIT. How! FACE. Purposing then, sir, To have burnt rose-vinegar, treacle, and tar, And have made it sweet, that you shou'd ne'er have known it; Because I knew the news would but afflict you, sir. LOVEWIT. Breathe less, and farther off! Why this is stranger: The neighbours tell me all here that the doors Have still been open— FACE. How, sir! LOVEWIT. Gallants, men and women, And of all sorts, tag-rag, been seen to flock here In threaves, these ten weeks, as to a second Hogsden, In days of Pimlico and Eye-bright. FACE. Sir, Their wisdoms will not say so. LOVEWIT. To-day they speak Of coaches and gallants; one in a French hood Went in, they tell me; and another was seen In a velvet gown at the window: divers more Pa** in and out. FACE. They did pa** through the doors then, Or walls, I a**ure their eye-sights, and their spectacles; For here, sir, are the keys, and here have been, In this my pocket, now above twenty days: And for before, I kept the fort alone there. But that 'tis yet not deep in the afternoon, I should believe my neighbours had seen double Through the black pot, and made these apparitions! For, on my faith to your worship, for these three weeks And upwards the door has not been open'd. LOVEWIT. Strange! 1 NEIGHBOUR. Good faith, I think I saw a coach. 2 NEIGHBOUR. And I too, I'd have been sworn. LOVEWIT. Do you but think it now? And but one coach? 4 NEIGHBOUR. We cannot tell, sir: Jeremy Is a very honest fellow. FACE. Did you see me at all? 1 NEIGHBOUR. No; that we are sure on. 2 NEIGHBOUR. I'll be sworn o' that. LOVEWIT. Fine rogues to have your testimonies built on! [RE-ENTER THIRD NEIGHBOUR, WITH HIS TOOLS.] 3 NEIGHBOUR. Is Jeremy come! 1 NEIGHBOUR. O yes; you may leave your tools; We were deceived, he says. 2 NEIGHBOUR. He has had the keys; And the door has been shut these three weeks. 3 NEIGHBOUR. Like enough. LOVEWIT. Peace, and get hence, you changelings. [ENTER SURLY AND MAMMON.] FACE [ASIDE]. SURLY come! And MAMMON made acquainted! they'll tell all. How shall I beat them off? what shall I do? Nothing's more wretched than a guilty conscience. SURLY. No, sir, he was a great physician. This, It was no bawdy-house, but a mere chancel! You knew the lord and his sister. MAMMON. Nay, good SURLY.— SURLY. The happy word, BE RICH— MAMMON. Play not the tyrant.— SURLY. "Should be to-day pronounced to all your friends." And where be your andirons now? and your bra** pots, That should have been golden flagons, and great wedges? MAMMON. Let me but breathe. What, they have shut their doors, Methinks! SURLY. Ay, now 'tis holiday with them. MAMMON. Rogues, [HE AND SURLY KNOCK.] Cozeners, impostors, bawds! FACE. What mean you, sir? MAMMON. To enter if we can. FACE. Another man's house! Here is the owner, sir: turn you to him, And speak your business. MAMMON. Are you, sir, the owner? LOVEWIT. Yes, sir. MAMMON. And are those knaves within your cheaters! LOVEWIT. What knaves, what cheaters? MAMMON. Subtle and his Lungs. FACE. The gentleman is distracted, sir! No lungs, Nor lights have been seen here these three weeks, sir, Within these doors, upon my word. SURLY. Your word, Groom arrogant! FACE. Yes, sir, I am the housekeeper, And know the keys have not been out of my hands. SURLY. This is a new Face. FACE. You do mistake the house, sir: What sign was't at? SURLY. You rascal! this is one Of the confederacy. Come, let's get officers, And force the door. LOVEWIT. 'Pray you stay, gentlemen. SURLY. No, sir, we'll come with warrant. MAMMON. Ay, and then We shall have your doors open. [EXEUNT MAMMON. AND SURLY.] LOVEWIT. What means this? FACE. I cannot tell, sir. I NEIGHBOUR. These are two of the gallants That we do think we saw. FACE. Two of the fools! Your talk as idly as they. Good faith, sir, I think the moon has crazed 'em all.— [ASIDE.] O me, [ENTER KASTRIL.] The angry boy come too! He'll make a noise, And ne'er away till he have betray'd us all. KAS [KNOCKING]. What rogues, bawds, slaves, you'll open the door, anon! Punk, co*katrice, my suster! By this light I'll fetch the marshal to you. You are a who*e To keep your castle— FACE. Who would you speak with, sir? KASTRIL. The bawdy doctor, and the cozening captain, And puss my suster. LOVEWIT. This is something, sure. FACE. Upon my trust, the doors were never open, sir. KASTRIL. I have heard all their tricks told me twice over, By the fat knight and the lean gentleman. LOVEWIT. Here comes another. [ENTER ANANIAS AND TRIBULATION.] FACE. Ananias too! And his pastor! TRI [BEATING AT THE DOOR]. The doors are shut against us. ANA. Come forth, you seed of sulphur, sons of fire! Your stench it is broke forth; abomination Is in the house. KASTRIL. Ay, my suster's there. ANA. The place, It is become a cage of unclean birds. KASTRIL. Yes, I will fetch the scavenger, and the constable. TRIBULATION. You shall do well. ANA. We'll join to weed them out. KASTRIL. You will not come then, punk devise, my sister! ANA. Call her not sister; she's a harlot verily. KASTRIL. I'll raise the street. LOVEWIT. Good gentlemen, a word. ANA. Satan avoid, and hinder not our zeal! [EXEUNT ANA., TRIB., AND KAST.] LOVEWIT. The world's turn'd Bethlem. FACE. These are all broke loose, Out of St. Katherine's, where they use to keep The better sort of mad-folks. 1 NEIGHBOUR. All these persons We saw go in and out here. 2 NEIGHBOUR. Yes, indeed, sir. 3 NEIGHBOUR. These were the parties. FACE. Peace, you drunkards! Sir, I wonder at it: please you to give me leave To touch the door, I'll try an the lock be chang'd. LOVEWIT. It mazes me! FACE [GOES TO THE DOOR]. Good faith, sir, I believe There's no such thing: 'tis all deceptio visus.— [ASIDE.] Would I could get him away. DAP [WITHIN]. Master captain! master doctor! LOVEWIT. Who's that? FACE. Our clerk within, that I forgot! [ASIDE.] I know not, sir. DAP [WITHIN]. For God's sake, when will her grace be at leisure? FACE. Ha! Illusions, some spirit o' the air— [ASIDE.] His gag is melted, And now he sets out the throat. DAP [WITHIN]. I am almost stifled— FACE [ASIDE]. Would you were altogether. LOVEWIT. 'Tis in the house. Ha! list. FACE. Believe it, sir, in the air. LOVEWIT. Peace, you. DAP [WITHIN]. Mine aunt's grace does not use me well. SUB [WITHIN]. You fool, Peace, you'll mar all. FACE [SPEAKS THROUGH THE KEYHOLE, WHILE LOVEWIT ADVANCES TO THE DOOR UNOBSERVED]. Or you will else, you rogue. LOVEWIT. O, is it so? Then you converse with spirits!— Come, sir. No more of your tricks, good Jeremy. The truth, the shortest way. FACE. Dismiss this rabble, sir.— [ASIDE.] What shall I do? I am catch'd. LOVEWIT. Good neighbours, I thank you all. You may depart. [EXEUNT NEIGHBOURS.] —Come, sir, You know that I am an indulgent master; And therefore conceal nothing. What's your medicine, To draw so many several sorts of wild fowl? FACE. Sir, you were won't to affect mirth and wit— But here's no place to talk on't in the street. Give me but leave to make the best of my fortune, And only pardon me the abuse of your house: It's all I beg. I'll help you to a widow, In recompence, that you shall give me thanks for, Will make you seven years younger, and a rich one. 'Tis but your putting on a Spanish cloak: I have her within. You need not fear the house; It was not visited. LOVEWIT. But by me, who came Sooner than you expected. FACE. It is true, sir. 'Pray you forgive me. LOVEWIT. Well: let's see your widow. [EXEUNT.]