[Exit FACE.

Now, I am sure it is a bawdy-house;
I'll swear it, were the marshall here to thank me;
The naming this commander doth confirm it.
Don Face! why 'tis the inost authentic dealer
In these commodities-The superintendant
To all the quainter traffickers in town.
Him will I prove, by a third person, to find
The subtleties of this dark labyrinth;
Which, if I do discover, dear sir Mammon,
You'll give your poor friend leave, though no
philosopher,

To laugh; for you that are, 'tis thought, shall

Face. And swallowed too, my Subtle.

I have given him line, and now he plays, i'faith. Sub. And shall we twitch him!

Face. Through both the gills.

A wench is a rare bait.

Sub. Dol, my lord What'shum's sister, you

must now

Bear yourself stately.

Dol. Oh, let me alone.

I'll not forget my race, I warrant you.

I'll keep my distance, laugh, and talk aloud :
Have all the tricks of a proud scurvy lady,
And be as rude as her woman.

Face. Well said, Sanguine,

Sub. But will he send his andirons ?
Face. His jack too;

And's iron shoeing-horn; I have spoken to him.
Well,

I must not lose my wary gamester, yonder.
Sub. Oh, monsieur Caution, that will not be

gulled?

Face. Ay; if I can strike a fine hook into him, now!

The Temple Church, there I have cast mine angle. Well, pray for me; I'll about it. [One knocks. Sub. What, more gudgeons?

Dol, scout, scout! stay, Face, you must go to the [Exit FACE.

door.

Dol?

Dol. I know him not. He looks like an end of gold and silver-man.

If you make it to fly, it flieth. Sub. Enough.

This is heathen Greek to you

What call you him?

The sanctified elder, that should deal

[Exit FACE.

Ana. Please you, a servant of the exiled brethren,

And help me off with my gown-Away, Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. Now,

[Exit DoL.

In a new tune, new gesture, but old language.
This fellow is sent from one negociates with me
About the stone too; for the holy brethren
Of Amsterdam, the exiled saints, that hope
To raise their discipline by it. I must use him
In some strange fashion now, to make him ad-

mire me.

And make a just account unto the saints;
A deacon.

Sub. Oh, you are sent from master Wholsome, Your teacher?

Ana. From Tribulation Wholsome, Our very zealous pastor.

Sub. Good. I have

Some orphans' goods to come here.
Ana. Of what kind, sir?

Sub. Pewter and brass, andirons and kitchen

For the instruments, as bricks, and loam, and
glasses,
Already thirty pounds; and for materials,
They say, some ninety more and they have
heard since,

That one at Heidelberg made it of an egg,
And a small paper of pin-dust.

Sub. What's your name?
Ana. My name is Ananias.
Sub. Out! the varlet

That cozened the apostles! Hence, away!
Flee, mischief! Had your holy consistory
No name to send me of another sound
Than wicked Ananias? Send you your elders
Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly,
And give me satisfaction; or out goes

The fire, and down the alembicks, and the furnace,
If they stay threescore minutes. The acqueity,
Terreity, and sulphureity,

Shall run together again, and all be annulled,
Thou wicked Ananias!

This will fetch them,

[Exit ANANIAS.

And make them haste towards their gulling more. A man must deal like a rough nurse, and fright Those, that are froward, to an appetite.

Enter FACE and DRUGGER.

Face. He's busy with his spirits; but we'll

upon him.

Sub. How now? What mates, what baiards have we here?

Drug. A sign, sir.

Face. Ay, a good lucky one; a thriving sign, doctor.

Sub. I was devising now.

Face. 'Slight, do not say so;

He will repent he gave you any more.
[Aside to SUBTLE.
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. Come hither, Abel.
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-

Drug. I don't understand it.

Face. Nab!

And here's now mystery and hieroglyphic!

Face. Abel, thou art made.

Drug. I do thank his worship.

What'st got there, Nab?

Drug. A pipe of tobacco.

Face. A pipe of tobacco! Give it me.

He has brought you a pipe of tobacco, doctor.

Drug. Yes, sir-Captain Face, captain Face, your worship!

Face. What dost say, Nab?

Drug. I have another thing I would im

Face. No matter, Abel.

When he can't live any longer here.
Face. How to quarrel?

Drug. Yes, sir, to carry quarrels,

As gallants do; to manage them by line.
Face. 'Slid, Nab, the doctor is the only man
In Christendom for him.

Drug. Is he?

Face. He has made a table,
With mathematical demonstrations,
Touching the art of quarrels.
Drug. Has he?

Face. He will give him
An instrument to quarrel by.
Drug. Will he?'

Face. Go, bring them both,

Him and his sister. And for thee, with her The doctor haply may persuade. Go to. Sha't give his worship a new damask suit

Face. What! dost deal, Nab?

Sub. I did tell you, captain.

VOL. II.

Sub. Oh, good captainFace. He shall:

F

I do not like the man. He is a Heathen,

And speaks the language of Canaan, truly.

Trib. I think him a prophane person, indeed. Anu. Let us call on him, then.

Trib. The motion's good,

Trib. Peace.

Ana. They are popish, all.

I will not peace. I will not-
Trib. Ananias!

Ana. Please the profane, to grieve the godly.
I may not.

Sub. Well, Ananias, thou shalt overcome. Trib. It is an ignorant zeal, that haunts him, sir: But, truly, else, a very faithful brother.

Sub. Has he a competent sum there i' the bag,

Art thou returned? Nay, then, it goes down yet.
Trib. Sir, be appeased; he is come to humble
Himself in spirit, and ask your patience,

If too much zeal hath carried him aside
From the due path.

Sub. Why, this doth qualify.

Trib. The brethren had no purpose, verily, To give you the least grievance; but are ready To lend their willing hands to any project The spirit and you direct.

Sub. This qualifies more.

Trib. And for the orphans' goods, let them be
valued,

Or what is needful else to the holy work,
It shall be numbered. Here, by me, the saints
Throw down their purse before you.

Sub. This qualifies most!

Why, thus it should be; now you understand. Have I discovered so unto you of our stone, And of the good that it shall bring your cause? Nature's miracle,

The divine secret, that doth fly in clouds

And must for charity and conscience sake,
Now see the most be made for my poor orphans:
Though I desire the brethren too, good gainers.
There they are within. When you have viewed
and bought them,

And ta'en the inventory of what they are,
They are ready for projection; there's no more
To do; cast on the medicine, so much silver
As there is tin there, so much gold as brass,
I'll give't you in by weight.

Trib. But how long time,

Sir, must the saints expect yet?
Sub. Let me see-

How's the moon now? Eight, nine, ten days

hence,

He will be silver potate; then, three days
Before he citronise: some fifteen days
The majisterium will be perfected.

Ana. About the second day of the third week In the ninth month?

Sub. Yes.

Trib. What will the orphans' goods arise to, think you?

Sub. Some hundred marks: as much as filled three cars

Unladen now; you'll make six millions of them. But I must ha' more coals laid in.

Trib. How?

Sub. Another load,

I know him of old.

Sub. Oh, but to have gulled him,

Had been a mastery.

Face. Let him go, black boy!

thee.

For Surly. I ha' my flies abroad. Your bath
Is famous, Subtle, by my means. Sweet Dol,
You must go tune your virginal: no losing
O' the least time. And do
you hear? His great
Verdugoship has not a jot of language:
So much the easier to be cozened, my Dolly;
He will come here in a hired coach, obscure,
And our own coachman, whom I have sent to

guide;