Sub. He's a fortunate fellow, that I am sure on Face. Already, sir, have you found it! Look thee, Abel! Sub. And in right way towards riches— Sub. This summer He will be of the clothing of his company, And next spring called to the scarlet, spend what he can. Face. What, and so little beard? He may have a receipt to make hair come : But he'll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine for it; His fortune looks for him another way. Face. That's a secret, Nab. Sub. And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice, Sub. Ay, I know, you have arsnike, What must I give? Face. Nay, I'll not counsel thee. Face. 'Slid, dostor, how canst thou know this Thou hear'st what wealth (he says spend what so soon? I am amazed at that! Sub. By a rule, captain, In metaposcopy, which I do work by; A certain star in the forehead, which you see not. Your chesnut, or your olive-coloured face, Does never fail: and your long ear doth promise. I knew it, by certain spots too, in his teeth, Sub. His little finger. Look, You were born upon a Wednesday? Drug. Yes, indeed sir, and so I was. Sub. The thumb, in chiromancy, we give Ve nus; The fore-finger, to Jove; the midst to Saturn; 'Shalt keep it no longer, I'll gi' it him for thee. Drug. Will ye? Face. Doctor, Nab prays your worship to drink this, and swears He will appear more grateful, as your skill Drug. I would intreat Another favour of your worship. Face. What is it, Nab? Drug. But to look over, sir, my almanack, Face. Why this is strange? Is it not, honest Bargain nor trust upon them. Drug. Yes, very strange. Sub. There is a ship now, coming from Ormus, That shall yield him such a commodity Of drugs- -Come hither, Abel; This is the west, and this is the south. Drug. Yes, sir. Face. That he shall, Nab. Leave it; it shall be done, 'gainst afternoon. Sub. And a direction for his shelves. Face. Now, Nab, Art thou well pleased, Nab? Drug. Thank, sir, both your worships. [Looking at the plan. I am a made man. Sub. And those are your two sides? Sub. Make me your door, then, south; your broadside, west: And, on the east side of your shop, aloft, Sub. And Beneath your threshold, bury me a loadstone, To draw in gallants, that wear spurs; the rest They'll seem to follow. Face. Away. [Exit. Why, now you smoaky prosecutor of nature! Now do you see, that something's to be done, Beside your beech-coal, and your cor'sive wa To one, that's with him. Sub. Face, go you, and shift. Sub. Oh, I did look for him With the sun's rising: marvel, he could sleep! If his dream last, he'll turn the age to gold. [Exeunt. This is the day, wherein, to all my friends, my Face, And unto thee, I speak it first, Be rich. Mam. That's his fire-drake, His lungs, his Zephirus; he, that puffs his coals, You are doubtful, sir. This night, I'll change Give safety, valour, yea, and victory, To whom he will. În eight and twenty days, Restore his years, renew him, like an eagle, ters, Become stout Marses, and beget young cupids. Sur. The decayed vestals of Drury-Lane would thank you, That keep the fire alive there. Mam. 'Tis the secret Of Nature, naturized 'gainst all infections, Sur. Faith I have a humour, I would not willingly be gulled. Your stone Cannot transmute me. Mam. Surly, Will you believe antiquity? Records? I'll show you a book, where Moses, and his sister, And buy their tin, and lead up; and to Loth- Aye, and a treatise penned by Adam. bury, Sur. How! This day, thou shalt have ingots; and, to-mor- | My foot-boy shall eat pheasants, calvered sal Let them stand bare, as do their auditory; Mam. No, good thatch : Thatch will lie light upon the rafters, Lungs. Lungs, I will manumit thee from the furnace; I will restore thee thy complexion, Puffe, Lost in the embers; and repair this brain, Hurt wi' the fume o' the metals. Face. I have blown, sir, Hard for your worship; these bleared eyes Have waked, to read your several colours, sir; Of the pale citron, the green lion, the crow, The peacock's tail, the plumed swan. Mam. And lastly, Thou hast descryed the flower? Mam. Where's master? Face. At his prayers, sir: he, Good man, he's doing his devotions, Mam. Lungs, I will set a period To all thy labours: thou shalt be the master Of my seraglio. For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines, Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me: Thou art sure thou saw'st it, blood? Face. Both blood and spirit, sir. mons, Knots, godwits, lampreys: I myself will have The beards of barbels served instead of sallads; Oiled mushrooms, Dressed with an exquisite and poignant sauce; For which, I'll say unto my cook, there's gold, Go forth, and be a knight. Face. Sir, I'll go look A little, how it heightens. Mam. Do. My shirts [Exit. I'll have of taffata-sarsnet, soft and light Sur. And do you think to have the stone with this? Mam. No, I do think to have all this with the stone. Sur. Why, I have heard, he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal sin, a very virgin. Mam. That makes it, sir; he is so. But I buy it. My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch, Good-morrow, father. Sub. Gentle son, good-morrow! And to your friend there. What is he is with you? Mam. An heretic that I did bring along, In hope, sir, to convert him. Sub. Son, I doubt You are covetous, that thus you meet your time Mam. I will have all my beds blown up; not I' the just point: prevent your day, at morning! stuffed; Down is too hard. (Is it arrived at ruby?) Where I spy A wealthy citizen, or a rich lawyer, Mam. No, I'll have no bawds, But fathers and mothers. They will do it best, We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the medicine. My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells. This argues something, worthy of a fear Of importune, and carnal appetite; Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leave Mam. No, he will not be gulled! let him alone. And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works. As you would run mad too, to hear her, sir. Face. Oh, divers have run mad upon the con Mam. Drink that. [Gives him money.] What is she, when she's out of her fit. Face. Oh, the most affablest creature, sir, so merry! [Exit SUBTLE. So pleasant! she'll mount you up, like quick Face. She's mad, sir, and sent hither Mam. Stay, man, what is she? Face. A lord's sister, sir. He'll be mad too. silver, |