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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,
I know the lady, and her friends, and means, Mam. But wilt thou, Ulen,
Face. As my life, sir.
Mum. And wilt thou insinuate what I am, and Till now?
praise me, Mam. Oh, yes! but I forgot : I have, believe And say I am a noble fellow? it,
Face. Oh, what else, sir? One of the treacherousest memories, I do think, And that you'll make her royal, with the stone, Of all mankind.
An empress, and yourself king of Bantam. Sur. What call you her brother?
Mam. Wilt thou do this? Mam. My lord
Face. Will I, sir ! He will not have his name known, now I think Mam. Lungs, my Lungs ! on't.
I love thee. Sur. A very treacherous memory!
Face. Send your stuff, sir, that my master Mam. Omy faith!
May busy himself about projection. Sur. Tut, it you ha' it not about you, pass it, Alam. Thou hast witched me, rogue ! Take, Till we meet next.
go. Mum. Nay, by this hand, 'tis true :
Face. Your jack and all, sir. He's one I honour, and my noble friend,
Mam. Thou art a villain— I will send my jack, And I respect his house.
And the weights too. Slave, I could bite thine ear! Sur. Heart! can it be,
Away; thou dost not care for me. That a grave sir, a rich, that has no need,
Face. Not I, sir. A wise sir, too, at other times, should thus, Mam. Come, I was born to make thee, my With his own oaths and arguments, make hard good weasel;
Set thee on a bench, and have thee twirl a chain, To gull himself!
With the best lord's vermin of them all.
Face. Away, sir.
Mam. A count, nay, a count-palatine-
Face. Good sir, go.
[To Surly. Alam, Shall not advance thee better; no, nor Desires you to meet him in the Temple Church,
[Exit Mammox. Some half hour hence, and upon earnest busi
Enter SUBTLE and Dol. Sir, if you please to quit us now, and come
Sub. Has he bit ? [He whispers Mammon. Face. And swallowed too, my Subtle. Again within two hours, you shall have
I have given him line, and now he plays, i'faith. My master busy examining of the works ;
Sub. And shall we twitch him ! And I will steal you in unto the party,
Face. Through both the gills. That
you may see her converse. Sir, shall I say A wench is a rare bait. You'll meet the captain's worship?
Sub. Dol, my lord What’shum's sister, you Sur. Sir, I will.
[Erit Face. Now, I am sure it is a bawdy-house;
Bear yourself stately. I'll swear it, were the marshall here to thank me; Dol. Oh, let me alone. The naming this commander doth confirm it. I'll not forget my race, I warrant you. Don Face! why 'tis the inost authentic dealer I'll keep my distance, laugh, and talk aloud : In these commodities—The superintendant
Have all the tricks of a proud scurvy lady, To all the quainter traffickers in town.
And be as rude as her woman. Him will I prove, by a third person, to find Face. Well said, Sanguine, The subtleties of this dark labyrinth;
Sub. But will he send his andirons ? Which, if I do discover, dear sir Mammon, Face. Ilis jack too; You'll give your poor friend leave, though no And’s iron shoeing-horn; I have spoken to him. philosopher,
Well, To laugh; for you that are, 'tis thought, shall I must not lose my wary gamester, yonder. weep.
Sub. Oh, monsieur Caution, that will not be
gulled? Enter Face.
Face. Ay; if I can strike a fine hook into him, Face. Sir, he does pray, you'll not forget. Sur. I will not, sir.
The Temple Church, there I have cast mine angle. Sir Epicure, I shall leave you.
(Exit. Well, pray for me; I'll about it. [One knocks. Mam. I follow you, straight.
Sub. What, more gudgeons ? Face. But do so, good sir, to avoid suspicion : Dol, scout, scout! stay, Face, you must go to the This gentleman has a parlous head.
Pray Heaven it be my Anabaptist. Who is't, If you coagulate, it is coagulated;
If you make it to fly, it flieth.
[Erit Face. of gold and silver-man.
This is heathen Greek to you-
Ana. Please you, a servant of the exiled breThe sanctified elder, that should deal
thren, For Mammon's jack and andirons—Let him in. That deal with widows' and with orphans' goods, Stay,
And make a just account unto the saints; And help me off with my gown-Away,
A deacon. Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. Now, Sub.
Oh, you are sent from master Wholsome,
[Erit Dou. Your teacher? In a new tune, new gesture, but old language. Ana. From Tribulation Wholsome, This fellow is sent from one negociates with me Our
zealous pastor. About the stone too; for the holy brethren
Sub. Good. I have Of Amsterdam, the exiled saints, that hope Some orphans' goods to come here. To raise their discipline by it. I must use him Ana. Of what kind, sir? In some strange fashion now, to make him ad- Sub. Pewter and brass, andirons and kitchenmire me.
Metals that we must use our medicine on;
Wherein the brethren may have a penn'orth, Where is my drudge ?
For ready money. Face. Sir.
Ha' you brought more money, Sub. Take away the recipient,
To buy more coals? And rectify your menstrue from the phlegma.
Ana. No, surely. Then pour it o' the sol, in the cucurbite,
Sub. No! How so? And let them macerate together.
Ana. The brethren bid me say unto you, sir, Face. Yes, sir;
Surely, they will not venture any more, And save the ground?
Till they may see projection. Sub. No; terra damnata
Sub. How ! Must not have entrance in the work.
Ana. You have had
[Erit Face. For the instruments, as bricks, and loam, and Who are you?
[To ANANIAS. glasses, Ana. A faithful brother, if it please you.
Already thirty pounds; and for materials, Sub. What's that?
They say, some ninety more : and they have Or what is homogene, or heterogene?
heard since, Ana. I understand no heathen language, truly. That one at Heidelberg made it of an egg, Sub. Heathen, you knipper-doling ! Is ars sa
And a small paper of pin-dust.
Sub. What's your name? cra, Or chrysopeia, or spagyrica,
Ana. My name is Ananias. Or the pamphysick or panarchick knowledge,
Sub. Out! the varlet A heathen language?
That cozened the apostles ! Hence, away! Ana. Heathen Greek, I take it.
Flee, mischief! Had your holy consistory Sub. How ! Heathen Greek?
No name to send me of another sound Ana. All's heathen but the Hebrew.
Than wicked Ananias? Send you your elders
Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly, Enter Face
And give me satisfaction; or out goes Sub. Sirrah, my varlet, stand you forth, and The fire, and down the alembicks, and the furnace, speak to him
If they stay threescore minutes. The acqueity, Like a philosopher : answer i' the language, Terreity, and sulphureity, Name the vexations, and the martyrizations Shall run together again, and all be annulled, Of metals in the work,
Thou wicked Ananias! (Erit ANANIAS. Face. Sir, putrefaction,
This will fetch them, Solution, ablution, sublimation,
And make them baste towards their gulling more. Cohobation, calcination, ceration, and
A man must deal like a rough nurse, and fright Fixation.
Those, that are froward, to an appetite.
Enter Face and Drugger.
Face. He's busy with his spirits; but we'll Face. 'Tis a stone, and not A stone; a spirit, a soul, and a body;
Sub. How now? What mates, what baiards Which, if you dissolve, it is dissolved;
have we here?
Face. I told you he would be furious. Sir, Drug. And physic too, sometimes, sir; for here's Nab,
which she trusts me Has brought ye another piece of gold to look with all her mind. She's come up here of puron.
pose (We must appease him. Give it me.) and prays To learn the fashion. you,
Face. Good; on, Nab. You would devise-What is it, Nab?
Drug. And she does strangely long to know Drug. A sign, sir.
her fortune. Face. Ay, a good lucky one; a thriving sign, Face. God'slid, Nab, send her to the doctor doctor.
hither. Sub. I was devising now.
Drug. Yes, I have spoken to her of his worFace. 'Slight, do not say so;
ship already : He will repent he gave you any more.
But she's afraid it will be blown abroad,
(Aside to SUBTLE. And hurt her marriage. What say you to his constellation, doctor?
Face. Hurt it! Tis the way The Balance?
To heal it, if 'twere hurt; to make it more Sub. No, that way is stale and common. Followed and sought. Nab, thou shalt tell her A townsman born in Taurus, gives the bull,
this: Or the bull's head; in Aries, the ram;
She'll be more known, more talked of; and your device. Come hither, Abel.
widows No, I will have his name
Are ne'er of any price till they be famous ; Formed in some mystic character, whose radii, Their honour is the multitude of suitors. Striking the senses of the passers by,
Send her, it may be thy good fortune. What, Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections, Thou dost not know? That may result upon the party owns it :
Drug. No, sir, she'll never marry As thus
Under a knight. Her brother has made a vow. Drug. I don't understand it.
Face. What, and dost thou despair, my little Face. Nab!
Nab, Sub. He shall have a bell, that's Abel. Knowing what the doctor has set down for thee, Drug. And so it is.
And seeing so many of the city dubbed ? Sub. And by it standing one whose name is One glass o' thy water, with a madam, I know Dee,
Will have it done, Nab. What's her brother? In a rog gown; there's D, and rug, that's Drug; A knight? And right anenst him a dog snarling er:
Drug. No, sir, a gentleman, newly warm in There's Drugger, Abel Drugger.
his land, sir. Drug. My name!
Scarce cold in his one-and-twenty, that does Sub. That's his sign.
govern And here's now mystery and hieroglyphic! His sister here, and is a man himself Face. Abel, thou art made.
Of some three thousand a year, and is come up! Drug. I do thank his worship.
To learn to quarrel, and to live by his wits, Face. Six o'thy legs more will not do it, Nab. And go down again, and die i' the country, What'st got there, Nab?
When he can't live any longer here. Drug. A pipe of tobacco.
Face. How! to quarrel ? Face. A pipe of tobacco ! Give it me.
Drug. Yes, sir, to carry quarrels, He has brought you a pipe of tobacco, doctor. As gallants do; to manage them by line. Drug. Yes, sir-Captain Face, captain Face, Face. 'Slid, Nab, the doctor is the only man your worship!
In Christendom for him, Face. What dost say, Nab?
Drug. Is he? Drug. I have another thing I would im- Face. He has made a table, part
With mathematical demonstrations, Face. Out with it, Nab.
Touching the art of quarrels. Drug. Sir, there is lodged hard by me,
Drug. Has he? A rich young widow
Face. He will give him Face. Good; a bona roba !
An instrument to quarrel by. Drug. But nineteen at the most.
Drug. Will be Face. Very good, Abel.
Face. Go, bring them both, Drug. Marry, she's not in fashion yet; she wears Him and his sister. And for thee, with her A hood; but it stands acop.
The doctor haply may persuarle. Go to.
Sha't give his worship a new damask suit
Sub. Oh, good captain-
Face. He shall : Vol. II,