How far
personal satire is commendable in general, and how far it is just in the
present instance, are problems that we shall leave with our readers.--As
much as belongs to Jonson we have put in italics.
ACT IV
SCENE 4
_Enter_ Captain Face, _disguised as Lungs, and_ Kastril.
FACE. _Who would you speak with_?
KASTRIL. _Where is the captain?_
FACE.
_Gone, sir, about some business._
KASTRIL.
_Gone?_
FACE.
_He will return immediately. But master doctor, his lieutenant
is here._
KASTRIL.
_Say, I would speak with him._
[_Exit_ Face.
_Enter_ Subtle.
SUBTLE.
_Come near, sir.--I know you well.--You are my_ terrae
fili--_that is--my boy of land--same three thousand pounds a
year._
KASTRIL.
_How know you that, old boy?_
SUBTLE.
_I know the subject of your visit, and I'll satisfy you. Let us
see now what notion you have of the matter. It is a nice point
to broach a quarrel right_.
KASTRIL.
_You lie_.
SUBTLE.
_How now?--give me the lie?--for what, my boy?_
KASTRIL.
_Nay look you to that.--I am beforehand--that's my business_.
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