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I I BEN JONSON 203 Face. How ! to quarrel ? Drug. Yes, sir, to carry quarrels, As gallants do ; to manage them by line. Face. 'Slid, Nab, the doctor is the only man In Christendom for him. He has made a table, With mathematical demonstrations. Touching the art of quarrels : he will give him An instrument to quarrel by. Go, bring them both, Him and his sister. And, for thee, with her The doctor happ'ly may persuade. Go to : 'Shalt give his worship a new damask suit Upon the premises. Sub. O, good captain ! Face. He shall ; He is the honestest fellow, doctor. Stay not. No offers ; bring the damask, and the parties. Drug. I'll try my power, sir. Face. And thy will, too. Nab. Sub. 'Tis good tobacco, this ! What is't an ounce ? Face. He'll send you a pound, doctor. Sub, O, no. Face. He will do't. It is the goodest soul ! Abel, about it ! Thou shalt know more anon. Away, be gone. Exit Abel. A miserable rogue, and lives with cheese, And has the worms. That was the cause, indeed, Why he came now : he dealt with me in private, To get a med'cine for them. Sub. And shall, sir. This works. Face. A wife, a wife for one of us, my dear Subtle ! We'll e'en draw lots. . . . Sub. Faith, best let's see her first, and then determine. Face. Content ; but Dol must have no breath on't. Sub. Mum." Two things in this admirable part-scene puzzle my ignorance : first, Why does Kastril {Kestrel, a worth- less, degenerate hawk; hence, a mean, dastardly fellow), the angry boy, Dame Pliant's brother, want to learn to live by his wits, having some three