Dap.Believe it, and I will, sir.
Face.And you shall, sir. [Takes him aside.
You have heard all?
Dap.No, what was't? Nothing, I, sir.
Face.Nothing!
Dap.A little, sir.
Face.Well, a rare star
Reign'd at your birth.
Dap.At mine, sir! No.
Face.The doctor
Swears that you are
Sub.Nay, captain, you'll tell all now.
Face.Allied to the queen of Fairy.
Dap.Who! that I am?
Believe it, no such matter
Face.Yes, and that
You were born with a cawl on your head.[1]
Dap.Who says so?
Face.Come,
You know it well enough, though you dissemble it.
Dap.I'fac, I do not; you are mistaken.
Face.How!
Swear by your fac, and in a thing so known
- ↑ You were born with a cawl on your head.] This prognostication of good fortune is alluded to by many of our old writers. Thus in Elvira:
"Were we not born with cawls upon our heads,
Think'st thou, Chichon, to come off thrice a-row,
Thus safely from such dangerous adventures?"
This superstition, which is of very ancient date, is even now prevalent in many weak minds.
have had this Grecism before. See vol. ii. p. 404. Thus, too, Cartwright:
"I see the tide of fortune rolling in
Without resistance. Go, be close and happy."
Ordinary, A. ii. sc. 3.
