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A certain star in the forehead, which you see not.

Your chestnut or your olive colour'd face

Does never fail : and your long ear doth promise.
I knew 't by certain spots too in his teeth,

And on the nail of his mercurial finger.

Face. Which finger's that?

Subtle. His little finger. Look,

You were born upon a Wednesday?

Drugger. Yes, indeed, sir.

Subtle. The thumb, in chiromancy, we give Venus;
The forefinger, to Jove; the midst, to Saturn;

The ring, to Sol; the least, to Mercury,
Who was the lord of life, sir, of his horoscope,
His house of life being Libra; which fore-showed,
Heshould be a merchant, and should trade with balance.
Face. Why, this is strange? Is it not, honest Nab?
Subtle. There is a ship now coming from Ormus,
That shall yield him such a commodity
Of drugs-This is the west, and this is the south?
Pointing to the plan.

Drugger. Yes, sir.

Subtle. And those are your two sides?

Drugger. Ay, sir.

Subtle. And those are your two sides?

Drugger. Ay, sir.

Subtle. Make me your door, then, south; your broad

side, west :

And on the east side of your shop, aloft,

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Write Mathlai, Tarmiel, and Baraborat ;
Upon the north part, Rael, Velel, Thiel.
They are the names of those mercurial spirits
That do fright flies from boxes.

Drugger. Yes, sir.

Subtle. And

Beneath your threshold, bury me a load-stone
To draw in gallants that wear spurs : the rest,
They'll seem to follow.

Face. That's a secret, Nab!

Subtle. And on your stall, a puppet, with a vice

And a court fucus to call city-dames :
You shall deal much with minerals.

Drugger. Sir, I have

At home already

Subtle. Ay, I know you have arsenic,
Vitriol, sal-tartar, argaile, alkali,
Cinoper: I know all.-This fellow, captain,
Will come, in time, to be a great distiller,
And give a say-I will not say directly
But very fair-at the philosopher's stone.

Face. Why, how now, Abel! is this true?
Drugger. Aside to FACE. Good captain,

What must I give?

Face. Nay, I'll not counsel thee.

Thou hear'st what wealth (he says, spend what thou

canst,)

Thou 'rt like to come to.

Drugger. 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?

Drugger. 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 skill

Does raise him in the world.

Drugger. I would entreat

Another favour of his worship.

Face. What is 't, Nab?

Drugger. But to look over, sir, my almanack, And cross out my ill days, that I may neither Bargain, nor trust upon them.

Face. That he shall, Nab;

Leave it, it shall be done, 'gainst afternoon.
Subtle. And a direction for his shelves.
Face. Now, Nab,

Art thou well pleased, Nab?

Drugger. Thank, sir, both your worships.
Face. Away.-

Subtle.

Exit DRUGGER.

Enter DOL COMMON.

How now,

What says my dainty Dolkin?

Dol. Yonder fish-wife

Will not away. And there's your giantess.

Subtle. Heart, I cannot speak with them.

Dol. Not afore night, I have told them in a voice, Through the trunk, like one of our familiars. But I have spied Sir Epicure Mammon.Subtle. Where?

Dol. Coming along, at far end of the lane,
Slow of his feet, but earnest of his tongue
To one that's with him.

Subtle. Face, go you and shift.
Dol, you must presently make ready, too.
Dol. Why, what's the matter?

Subtle. O, 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, talked as he were possess'd,
And now he's dealing pieces on 't away.-
Methinks I see him entering ordinaries
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 spittal, to make old bawds young;

Exit FACE.

And the highways, for beggars to make rich :
I see no end of his labours. He will make
Nature ashamed 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.

An Outer Room in LOVEWIT'S House.
Enter Sir EPICURE MAMMON and SURLY.

Mammon. Come on, sir. Now you set your foot on

shore

In Novo Orbe; here's the rich Peru:

And there within, sir, are the golden mines,

Great Solomon's Ophir ! He was sailing to 't,
Three years, but we have reach'd it in ten months.
This is the day, wherein, to all my friends,
I will pronounce the happy word, BE RICH;

THIS DAY YOU SHALL BE SPECTATISSIMI.
You shall no more deal with the hollow dye
Or the frail card. .. No more
Shall thirst of satin, or the covetous hunger
Of velvet entrails for a rude-spun cloke,

To be displayed at Madam Augusta's, make
The sons of Sword and Hazard fall before

The golden calf, and on their knees, whole nights,
Commit idolatry with wine and trumpets :

Or go a feasting after drum and ensign.

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