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this half year.
Sub. He's a fortunate fellow, that I am sure Face. That's a secret, Nab.
Sub. And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice, Face. Already, sir, have you found it ! Look And a court-fucus to call city-dames. thee, Abel!
You shall deal much with minerals. Sub. And in right way towards riches
Drug. Sir, I have Face. Sir?
At home already. Sub. This summer
Sub. Ay, I know, you have arsnike, He will be of the clothing of his company, Vitriol, salt-tartre, argale, alkaly, And next spring called to the scarlet, spend Cinoper : I know all. This fellow, captain, what he can.
Will come, in time, to be a distiller, Face. What, and so little beard?
And give a say (I will not say directly, Sub. You must think,
very fair) at the Philosopher's Stone. He
may have a receipt to make hair come : Face. Why, how now, Abel! is this true? But he'll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine Drug. Good captain, for it;
What must I give? His fortune looks for him another way.
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?
thou canst) I am amazed at that!
Thou art like to come to. Sub. By a rule, captain,
Drug. I would give him a crown. In metaposcopy, which I do work by ;
Face. A crown! and towards such a fortune? A certain star in the forehead, which you sce not. Heart, Your chesnut, or your olive-coloured face, Thou shalt rather give him thy shop. No gold Does never fail : and your long ear doth pro
about thee? mise.
Drug. Yes, I have a Portague, I have kept I knew it, by certain spots too, in his teeth, And on the nail of his mercurial finger.
Face. Out on thee, Nab. 'Slight, there was Face. What finger's that?
such an offer! Sub. His little finger. Look,
'Shalt keep it no longer, I'll gi' it him for thee. You were born upon a Wednesday?
Drug. Will ye? Drug. Yes, indeed sir, and so I
Face. Doctor, Nab prays your worship to Sub. The thumb, in chiromancy, we give Ve drink this, and swears nus;
He will appear more grateful, as your skill
Drug. I would intreat
Another favour of your worship. His house of life being Libra; which foreshewed Face. What is it, Nab? He should be a merchant, and should trade with Drug. But to look over, sir, my almanack, balance.
And cross out my ill days, that I may neither Face. Why this is strange? Is it not, hopest Bargain nor trust upon them. Nah?
Face. That he shall, Nab. Drug. Yes, very strange.
Leave it; it shall be done, 'gainst afternoon. Sub. There is a ship now, coming from Ormus, Sub. And a direction for his shelves, That shall yield him such a commodity
Face. Now, Nab,
Art thou well pleased, Nab?
Drug. Thank, sir, both your worships. [Looking at the plan. I am a made man.
[Erit, Drug. Yes, sir.
Face. Away. Sub. And those are your two sides?
Why, now you smoaky prosecutor of nature ! Drug. Aye, sir.
Now do you see, that something's to be done, Sub. Make me your door, then, south; your Beside your beech-coal, and your cor’sive wabroadside, west :
ters, And, on the east side of your shop, aloft, Your crosslets, crucibles, and cucurbites ? Write Mathlai, Tarınael, and Baraborat: You must have stuff brought home to you, to Upon the north-part, Rael, Velel, Thiel.
work on? They are the names of those mercurial spirits, And yet, you think, I am at no expence, That do fright flies from boxes.
In searching out these veins, then following them, Drug. Yes, sir.
Then trying them out. 'Fore God, my intelliSub. And
gence Beneath your threshold, bury me a loadstone, Costs me more money than my
share oft comes to To draw in gallants, that wear spurs; the rest In these rare works. They'll seem to follow.
Sub. You are pleasant, sir. How now?
Dol. Yonder fishwife
Sub. Heart, I cannot speak with them.
Dol. Coming along, at far end of the lane, Slow of his feet, but earnest of his tongue,
that's with him.
Dol. Why, what's the matter?
Sub. Oh, I did look for him
Give safety, valour, yea, and victory,
To whom he will. În eight and twenty days, Enter Mammon and Surly.
I'll make an old man of fourscore a child. Alam. Come on, sir. Now you set your foot Sur. No doubt; he's that already. on shore
Mam. Nay, I mean, In novo orbe ; here's the rich Peru :
Restore his years, renew him, like an eagle, And there within, sir, are the golden mines, To the fifth age; make him get sons and daughGreat Solomon's Ophir ! He was sailing to't
ters, Three years, but we have reached it in ten Become stout Marses, and beget young cupids. months.
Sur. The decayed vestals of Drury-Lane would
Mam. 'Tis the secret
Cures all diseases coming of all causes ;
You're still incredulous ? Mam. That's his fire-drake,
Sur. Faith I have a humour, His lungs, his Zephirus; he, that puffs his coals, I would not willingly be gulled. Your stone Till he firk Nature up in her own centre. Cannot transmute me. You are doubtful, sir. This night, I'll change Mum. Surly, All that is metal, in my house, to gold.
Will you believe antiquity? Records? And, early in the morning, will I send
I'll shew you a book, where Moses, and his sister, To all the plumbers, and the pewterers, And Solomon, have written of the art; And buy their tin, and lead up; and to Loth- Aye, and a treatise penned by Adam. bury,
Sur. How ! For all the copper.
Mam. Of the philosopher's stone, and in high Sur. What, and turn that too?
Dutch. Mam. Yes, and I'll purchase Devonshire and Sur. Did Adam, write, sir, in high Dutch ? Cornwall,
Mam. He did. And make them perfect Indies ! you admire now? Which proves it was the primitive tongue. How Sur. No, faith.
now? Mam. But when you see the effects of the
Enter Face. great medicine, You will believe me?
Do we succeed; Is our day come? and holds it? Sur. Yes, when I see it, I will.
Face. The evening will set red upon you, sir : Mam. Why,
You have colour for it, crimson : the red ferment Do you think, I fable with you? I assure you, Has done his office; three hours hence, prepare He that has once the flower of the sun,
you The perfect ruby, which we call Elixir,
To see projection.
Mam. My Surly,
This day, thou shalt have ingots; and, to-mor- | My foot-boy shall eat pheasants, calvered salrow,
mons, Give lords the affront. Is it, my Zephirus, right? Knots, godwits, lampreys: I myself will have Blushes the bolt's-head?
The beards of barbels served instead of sallads; Fuce. Like a wench with child, sir,
Oiled mushrooms, That were, but now, discovered to her master. Dressed with an exquisite and poignant sauce; Mam. Excellent witty, Lungs ! My only care For which, I'll say unto my cook, there's gold, is,
Go forth, and be a knight. Where to get stuff enough now, to project on. Face. Sir, I'll go look This town will not half serve me.
A little, how it heightens.
[Exit. Face. No, sir? Buy
Mam. Do. My shirts The covering off o' churches,
I'll have of taffata-sarsnet, soft and light Mam. That's true.
As cob-webs; and for all my other raiment, Face. Yes,
It shall be such as might provoke the Persian, Let them stand bare, as do their auditory; Were he to teach the world riot anew. Or cap them new with shingles.
My gloves of fishes and birds-skins, perfumed Mam. No, good thatch :
With gums of paradise and eastern airThatch will lie light upon the rafters, Lungs. Sur. And do you think to have the stone with Lungs, I will manumit thee from the furnace;
this? I will restore thee thy complexion, Puffe,
Mam. No, I do think to have all this with the Lost in the embers; and repair this brain, Hurt wi' the fume o' the metals.
Sur. Why, I have heard, he must be homo Face. I have blown, sir,
frugi, Hard for your worship; these bleared eyes A pious, holy, and religious man, Have waked, to read your several colours, sir ;
One free from mortal sin, a very virgin. Of the pale citron, the green lion, the crow, Mam. That makes it, sir; he is so. But I buy The peacock's tail, the plumed swan.
it. Mam. And lastly,
My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch, Thou hast descryed the flower?
A notable, superstitious, good soul, Face. Yes, sir.
Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald, Mum. Where's master?
With prayer and fasting for it; and, sir, let him Face. At his prayers, sir : he,
Do it alone, for me, still. Here he comes. Good man, he's doing his devotions,
Not a prophanc word, afore him! 'tis poison. For the success.
Sub. Gentle son, good-morrow!
And to your friend there. What is he is with To have a list of wives and concubines, Equal with Solomon, who had the stone
Mam. An heretic that I did bring along, Alike with me:
In hope, sir, to convert him. Thou art sure thou saw'st it, blood ?
Sub. Son, I doubt Fuce. Both blood and spirit, sir.
You are covetous, that thus you meet your time Mam. I will have all my beds blown up; not l' the just point : prevent your day, at morning! stuffed ;
This argues something, worthy of a fear Down is too hard,
Of importane, and carnal appetite; (Is it arrived at ruby?).
Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leave A wealthy citizen, or a rich lawyer,
you, Have a sublimed pure wife, unto that fellow With your ungoverned haste. I should be sorry I'll send a thousand pounds, to be my cuckold. To see my labours, now e'en at perfection, Face. And shall I carry it?
Got by long watching, and large patience
love and zeal hath placed But fathers and mothers. They will do it best,
thein. Best of all others. And my fatterers
Which, in all my ends, Shall be the pure, and gravest of divines, Have looked no way, but unto public good, That I can get for money. My meet fools, To pious uses, and dear charity, Eloquent burgesses.
Now grown a prodigy with men. Wherein We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the medi- If you, my son, should now prevaricate, cine.
And to your own particular lusts employ My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells. So great and catholic a bliss, be sure, Dishes of agate set in gold, and studded
A curse will follow, yea, and overtake With emeralds, saphirs, hyacinths, and rubies. Your subtle, and most secret ways.
-Where I spy
Mam. I know, sir.
Sub. But I care not.
In embrion. H has his white shirt on?
Face. Yes, sir. Indeed, sir, somewhat costive of belief
He's ripe for inceration : he stands warm Toward your stone; would not be gulled. In his ash fire. I would not, you should let Sub. Well, son.
Any die now, if I might counsel, sir, All, that I can convince him in, is this:
For luck's sake to the rest. It is not good. The work is done ; bright Sol is in his robe.
Mam. He says right. We have a medicine of the triple soul;
Face. Nay, I know it, sir. Thanks be to Heaven,
Sur. Ay, are you bolted ?
Face. (Within.) Anon, sir.
Of fresh materials ?
Mam. Is't no more? To the Aludels.
Face. No more, sir, And bring me the complexion of glass B. Of gold, t'amalgame, with some six of mercury. Face. I will, sir.
Mam. Away, here's money. What will serve? Sur. What a brave language here is ! next to Face. Ask him, sir. canting!
Mam. How much? Sub. I have another work, you never saw, son,
Sub. Give him nine pounds: you may give That three days since passed the philosopher's wheel,
Sur. Yes. Twenty, and be cozened; do. In the lent heat of Athanor; and is become Mam. There 'tis. Sulphur of Nature.
Sub. This needs not. But that you will have it so, Mlam. But 'tis for me?
To see conclusions of all. Sub. What need you?
your ways. You have enough, in that is perfect.
Have you set the oil of Luna in Kemia? Mam. Oh, but
Face. Yes, sir. Sub. Why, this is covetous !
Sub. And the philosopher's vinegar? Mam. No, I assure you.
[Erit. I shall employ it all in pious uses,
Sur. We shall have a sallad. Founding of colleges and grammar schools, Mam. When do you make projection? Marrying young virgins, building hospitals, Sub. Son, be not hasty. I exalt our medicine, And now and then a church.
By hanging him in balneo vaporoso, How now? What colour says it?
And giving him solution, then congeal him,
And then dissolve him, then again congeal him : Enter FACE.
For look, how oft I iterate the work,
times I add unto his virtue. Mam. That's your crow's head?
Get you your stuff here against afternoon, Sur. Your cocks-comb's, is't not?
Your brass, your pewter, and your andirons. Sub. No, 'tis not perfect, would it were the Mam. Not those of iron ?
Sub. Yes, you may bring them too. The work wants something.
We'll change all metals. Sur. Oh, I looked for this.
Sur. I believe you in that. The hay's a pitching.
Mam. Then I may send my spits? Sub. Are you sure you loosed them
Sub. Yes, and your racks. In their own menstrue?
Sur. And dripping-pans, and pot-hangers, and Face. Yes, sir, and then married them
hooks, And put them in a bolt's head, nipped to diges- Shall he not? tion,
Sub. If he please. According as you bade me, when I set
Sur. To be an ass. The liquor of Mars to circulation,
Sub. How, sir ! In the same heat.
Mam. This gentleman you must bear withal, Sub. The process then was right?
I told you, he had no faith. Face. Yes, by the token, sir, the retort brake, Sur. And little hope, sir; And what was saved was put into the pellicane, But much less charity, should I gull myself. And signed with Hermes' seal.
Sub. Why, what have you observed, sir, in our art, Sub. I think 'twas so.
Seems so impossible? We should have a new amalgama.
Sur. But your whole work, no more. Sur. Oh, this ferret
That you should batch gold in a furnace, sir, Is rank as any pole-cat!
As they do eggs in Egypt !
Sub. Sir, do you
Too scrupulous that way. It is his vice. Believe, that eggs are hatched so ?
No, he's a rare physician, do him right; Sur. If I should?
An excellent Paracelsian, and has done Sub. Why, I think that the greater miracle; Strange cure with mineral physic. He deals all No egg but differs from a chicken more
With spirits, he. He will not hear a word Than metals in themselves.
Of Galen, or his tedious recipes.
How now, Lungs?
To have told your worship all. This must not Which would be gold, if they had time.
hear. Mam. And that
Mam. No, he will not be gulled! let him alone. Our art doth further.
Face. You are very right, sir; she is a most Sub. Ay, for 'twere absurd
rare scholar, To think, that nature in the earth bred gold And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works. Perfect in the instant. Something went before.
you but name a word touching the Hebrew, There must be remote matter.
She falls into her fit, and will discourse Sur. Ay, what is that?
So learnedly of genealogies,
As you would run mad ton, to hear her, sir. Enter Doll.
Mlum. How might one do to have conference Sub. Marry, we say
with her, Lungs? God's precious—What do you mean? Go in, Face. Oh, divers have run mad upon the congood lady.
ference. Let me intreat you.—Where's this varlet? I do not know, sir : I am sent in haste,
To fetch a viol.
(Exit. Enter FACE.
Sur. Be not gulled, sir Mammon.
Mam. Wherein? Pray ye, be patient.
And trust confederate knaves, and bawds, and Sub. Go in, and see, you traitor. Go.
[Erit Face. Mam. You are too foul, believe it. Mam. Who is it, sir? Sub. Nothing, sir. Nothing.
Come here, Ulen, one word.
Face. He is extreme angry, that you saw her, But ours the most ignorant. What now?
(Face returns. Mam. Drink that. [Gives him money.) What Face. 'Twas not my fault, sir; she would speak is she, when she's out of her fit. i with you.
Face. Oh, the most affablest creature, sir, so Sub. Would she, sir? Follow me.
[Exit Subtle. So pleasant! she'll mount you up, like quickMam. Stay, Lungs.
silver, Face. "I dare not, sir.
Over the helm; and circulate, like oil, Mam. How ! Pray thee stay.
A very vegetal; discourse of state, Face. She's mad, sir, and sent hither
Of mathematics, bawdry, any thingMam. Stay, man, what is she?
Mam. Is she no ways accessible? No means, Face. A lord's sister, sir.
No trick to give a man a taste of her-witHe'll be mad too.
Or so? Mam. I warrant thee.
Sub. [Within.) Ulen! Why sent hither?
Face. I'll come to you again, sir. [Exit. Face. Sir, to be cured.
Mam. Surly, I did not think one of your breedSur. Why, rascal ?
ing Face. Lo you. Here, sir. [He goes out. Would traduce personages of worth. Mam. 'Fore heaven, a bradamante, a brave Sur. Sir Epicure, piece.
Your friend to use : yet, still loth to be gulled. Sur. Heart, this is a bawdy-house ! I'll be burnt I do not like your philosophical bawds. else.
Their stone is enough to pay for,
Mam. 'Heart, you abuse yourself,