When Mammon has departed, not without leaving more gold to make sure and perfect the final projection, Ananias, the deacon of Amsterdam, comes in, and is soon packed off, with threats that the work shall be ruined if additional money is not brought within the hour; then re-enter Face in his uniform, followed by Drugger. Subtle affects anger at the interruption, and Face gets another piece of gold out of poor Nab to appease him. Abel wants a lucky and thriving sign for his shop:—
"Face. What say you to his constellation, doctor,
The Balance?
Sub. No, that way is stale and common.
A townsman born in Taurus gives the bull,
Or the bull's head: in Aries the ram,
A poor device! No, I will have his name
Formed in some mystic character; whose radii,
Striking the senses of the passers-by;
Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections,
That may result upon the party owns it:
As thus
Face. Nab!
Sub. He shall have a bel that's Abel;
And by it standing one whose name is Dee,
In a rug gown, there's D; and rug, that's drug;
And right anenst him a dog snarling er;
There's Drug-er: Abel Drugger. That's his sign.
And here now's mystery and hieroglyphic!
Face. Abel, thou art made.
Drug. Sir, I do thank his worship.
Face. Six o' thy legs more will not do it, Nab.[1]
He has brought you a pipe of tobacco, doctor.
Drug. Yes, sir"
The Dee in a rug gown, as Gifford, of course, notes, is levelled at the then notorious Dr. Dee, a
- ↑ Drugger had "made a leg," or reverence, in humbly thanking his very worshipful worship.
