The Alchemist
xml:lang="es">Entiendo que la señora es tan hermosa, que codicio tan
verla, como la bien aventuranza de mi vida.Face Mi vida! ’Slid, Subtle, he puts me in mind of the widow.
What dost thou say to draw her to it, ha!
And tell her ’tis her fortune? All our venture
Now lies upon’t. It is but one man more,
Which of us chance to have her: and beside,
There is no maidenhead to be feared or lost.
What dost thou think on’t, Subtle?Subtle Who? I? Why—
Face The credit of our house too is engaged.
Subtle You made me an offer for my share erewhile.
What wilt thou give me, i’faith?Face O, by that light
I’ll not buy now: You know your doom to me.
E’en take your lot, obey your chance, sir; win her,
And wear her out, for me.Subtle ’Slight, I’ll not work her then.
Face It is the common cause; therefore bethink you.
Dol else must know it, as you said.Subtle I care not.
Pertinax Surly Señores, porque se tarda tanto?
Subtle Faith, I am not fit, I am old.
Face That’s now no reason, sir.
Pertinax Surly Puede ser de hazer burla de mi amor?
Face You hear the Don too? By this air, I call,
And loose the hinges: Dol!Subtle A plague of hell—
Face Will you then do?
Subtle You are a terrible rogue!
I’ll think of this: will you, sir, call the widow?Face Yes, and I’ll take her too with all her faults,
Now I do think on’t better.Subtle With all my heart, sir;
Am I discharged o’ the lot?Face As you please.
Subtle Hands.
They take hands. Face Remember now, that upon any change,
You never claim her.Subtle Much good joy, and health to you, sir,
Marry a whore! Fate, let me wed a witch first.Pertinax Surly Por estas honradas barbas—
Subtle He swears by his beard.
Dispatch, and call the brother too.Exit Face. Pertinax Surly Tengo duda, señores,
que no me hagan alguna traycion.Subtle How, issue on? Yes, praesto, sennor. Please you
Enthratha the chambrata, worthy Don:
Where if you please the fates, in your bathada,
You shall be soaked, and stroked, and tubbed and rubbed,
And scrubbed, and fubbed, dear Don, before you go.
You shall in faith, my scurvy baboon Don,
Be curried, clawed, and flawed, and tawed, indeed.
I will the heartlier go about it now,
And make the widow a punk so much the sooner,
To be revenged on this impetuous Face:
The quickly doing of it is the grace.Exeunt Subtle and Surly. Scene II
Another room in the same.
Enter Face, Kastril, and Dame Pliant. Face Come, lady: I knew the Doctor would not leave,
Till he had found the very nick of her fortune.Kastril To be a countess, say you, a Spanish countess, sir?
Dame Pliant Why, is that better than an English countess?
Face Better! ’Slight, make you that a question, lady?
Kastril Nay, she is a fool, Captain, you must pardon her.
Face Ask from your courtier, to your inns-of-court-man,
To your mere milliner; they will tell you all,
Your Spanish jennet is the best horse; your Spanish
Stoop is the best garb; your Spanish beard
Is the best cut; your Spanish ruffs are the best
Wear; your Spanish pavan the best dance;
Your Spanish titillation in a glove
The best perfume: and for your Spanish pike,
And Spanish blade, let your poor Captain speak—
Here comes the Doctor.Enter Subtle, with a paper. Subtle My most honoured lady,
For so I am now to style you, having found
By this my scheme, you are to undergo
An honourable fortune, very shortly.
What will you say now, if some—Face I have told her all, sir,
And her right worshipful brother here, that she shall be
A countess; do not delay them, sir; a Spanish countess.Subtle Still, my scarce-worshipful Captain, you can keep
No secret! Well, since he has told you, madam,
Do you forgive him, and I do.Kastril She shall do that, sir;
I’ll look to it, ’tis my charge.Subtle Well then: nought rests
But that she fit her love now to her fortune.Dame Pliant Truly I shall never brook a Spaniard.
Subtle No!
Dame Pliant Never since eighty-eight could I abide them,
And that was some three year afore I was born, in truth.Subtle Come, you must love him, or be miserable,
Choose which you will.Face By this good rush, persuade her,
She will cry strawberries else within this twelvemonth.Subtle Nay, shads and mackerel, which is worse.
Face Indeed, sir!
Kastril Od’s lid, you shall love him, or I’ll kick you.
Dame Pliant Why,
I’ll do as you will have me, brother.Kastril Do,
Or by this hand I’ll maul you.Face Nay, good sir,
Be not so fierce.Subtle No, my enraged child;
She will be ruled. What, when she comes to taste
The pleasures of a countess! To be courted—Face And kissed, and ruffled!
Subtle Ay, behind the hangings.
Face And then come forth in pomp!
Subtle And know her state!
Face Of keeping all the idolaters of the chamber
Barer to her, than at their prayers!Subtle Is served
Upon the knee!Face And has her pages, ushers,
Footmen, and coaches—Subtle Her six mares—
Face Nay, eight!
Subtle To hurry her through London, to the Exchange,
Bedlam, the china-houses—Face Yes, and have
The citizens gape at her, and praise her tires,
And my lord’s goose-turd bands, that ride with her!Kastril Most brave! By this hand, you are not my sister,
If you refuse.Dame Pliant I will not refuse, brother.
Enter Surly. Pertinax Surly Que es esto, señores, que no venga?
Esta tardanza me mata!Face It is the Count come:
The Doctor knew he would be here, by his art.Subtle En gallanta madama, Don! Gallantissima!
Pertinax Surly Por todos los dioses, la mas acabada
hermosura, que he visto en mi vida!Face Is’t not a gallant language that they speak?
Kastril An admirable language! Is’t not French?
Face No, Spanish, sir.
Kastril It goes like law-French,
And that, they say, is the courtliest language.Face List, sir.
Pertinax Surly El sol ha perdido su lumbre, con el
Esplandor que trae esta dama! Válgame Dios!Face He admires your sister.
Kastril Must not