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Face. That's a secret, Nab!
Sub. And on your stall, a puppet, with a vice
Drug. Sir, I have
Sub. Ay, I know you have arsenic,
Face. Why, how now, Abel! is this true?
Drug. Good captain, What must I give?
[Aside to FACE. Face. Nay, I'll not counsel thee. Thou hear'st what wealth (he says, spend what thou canst) Thou’rt like to come to.
Drug. I would gi' him a crown.
Face. A crown! and toward such a fortune? Heart, Thou shalt rather gi' him thy shop. No gold about thee?
Drug. Yes, I have a portague I have kept this half-year.
Face. Out on thee, Nab! 'Slight, there was such an offer — Shalt keep't no longer, I'll give 't him for thee. Doctor, Nab prays your worship to drink this, and swears He will appear more grateful as your Does raise him in the world.
Drug. I would entreat Another favour of his worship.
Face. What is't, Nab?
Drug. But to look over, sir, my almanac,
Face. That he shall, Nab;
Sub. And a direction for his shelves.
Face. Now, Nab,
Drug. 'Thank, sir, both your worships.
And yet you think I am at no expense
How now !
Dol. Yonder fishwife
Sub. Heart, I can not speak with them.
Dol. Not afore night, I have told them in a voice,
Dol. Coming along, at far end of the lane,
[Exit Face. Dol, you must presently make ready too.
Dol. Why, what's the matter?
Sub. Oh, I did look for him With the sun's rising : marvel he could sleep; This is the day I am to perfect for him The magisterium, our great work, the stone; And yield it, made, into his hands; of which He has this month talk'd as he were possess'd. And now he's dealing pieces on't away. Methinks I see him entering ordinaries, Dispensing for the pox and plaguy houses, Reaching his dose, walking Moorfields for lepers, And offering citizens' wives pomander bracelets, As his preservative, made of the elixir; Searching the spital, to make old bones young ; And the highways for beggars to make rich : I see no end of his labours. He will make Nature asham'd of her long sleep: when art, Who's but a step-dame, shall do more than she, In her best love to mankind, ever could : If his dream lasts, he'll turn the age to gold. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. — AN OUTER ROOM IN LOVEWIT'S HOUSE
Enter Sir EPICURE MAMMON and SURLY.
AM. Come on, sir. Now, you set your foot on shore
And there within, sir, are the golden mines,
Face. [Within.] Sir, he'll come to you by and by.
Mam. That is his fire-drake,
Sur. What, and turn that too?
Mam. Yes, and I'll purchase Devonshire and Cornwall, And make them perfect Indies ! You admire now?
Sur. No, faith.
Mam. But when you see th' effects of the Great Medicine, Of which one part projected on a hundred Of Mercury, or Venus, or the moon,
Shall turn it to as many of the sun;
Sur. Yes, when I see't I will.
Mam. Ha ! why?
Sur. No doubt; he's that already.
Mam. Nay, I mean,
Sur. The decay'd vestals of Pict-hatch would thank you, That keep the fire alive there.
Mam. 'Tis the secret
Sur. And I'll
Mam. Sir, I'll do 't. Meantime,
Sur. As he that built the waterwork does with water?
I would not willingly be gull’d. Your stone
Mam. Pertinax, Surly,
Sur. How !
Mam. He did !
Sur. What paper?
Sur. Oh, that indeed, they say
Mam, 'Tis like your Irish wood 'Gainst cobwebs. I have a piece of Jason's fleece too, Which was no other than a book of alchemy, Writ in large sheepskin, a good fat ram-vellum. Such was Pythagoras' thigh, Pandora's tub, And all that fable of Medea's charms, The manner of our work; the bulls, our furnace, Still breathing fire; our argent-vive, the dragon: The dragon's teeth, mercury sublimate, That keeps the whiteness, hardness, and the biting; And they are gather'd into Jason's helm, The alembic, and then sow'd in Mars his field, And thence sublimed so often, till they're fix'd. Both this, the Hesperian garden, Cadmus' story, Jove's shower, the boon of Midas, Argus' eyes, Boccace his Demogorgon, thousands more, All abstract riddles of our stone.
Enter Face as a Servant.
How now !
Face. The evening will set red upon you, sir;
Mam. Pertinax, my Surly,