Mam. This gentleman you must bear withal: I told you he had no faith. Sur. And little hope, sir; But much less charity, should I gull myself. Sub. Why, what have you observed, sir, in our art, Seems so impossible? Sur. But your whole work, no more. That you should hatch gold in a furnace, sir, As they do eggs in Egypt! Sub. Sir, do you Believe that eggs are hatched so? Sur. If I should? Sub. Why, I think that the greater miracle. No egg but differs from a chicken more Sur. That cannot be. The egg's ordained by nature to that end, And is a chicken in potentia. Sub. The same we say of lead and other metals, Which would be gold if they had time. Mam. And that Our art doth further. Sub. Ay, for 'twere absurd To think that nature in the earth bred gold Perfect in the instant; something went before. There must be remote matter. Sur. Ay, what is that? Sub. Marry, we say Mam. Ay, now it heats: stand, father, 410 420 430 Pound him to dust. Sub. It is, of the one part, A humid exhalation, which we call But common to all metals and all stones ; As to grow gold, and leap o'er all the means. That both do act and suffer. But these two 440 450 460 Out of the carcases and dung of creatures; Yea, scorpions of an herb, being rightly placed? Mam. Well said, father! Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument, Sur. Pray you, sir, stay. Rather than I'll be bray'd, sir, I'll believe That Alchemy is a pretty kind of game, Somewhat like tricks o' the cards, to cheat a man Sub. Sir? Sur. What else are all your terms, Whereon no one of your writers 'grees with other? Your stone, your med'cine, and your chrysosperme, Your marchesite, your tutie, your magnesia, Your toad, your crow, your dragon, and your panther; And worlds of other strange ingredients, 470 480 490 1 It would be time wasted to rummage the old works on alchemy for an explanation of all these terms, which were doubtless as strange to the major Sub. And all these named, Intending but one thing; which art our writers Used to obscure their art. Mam. Sir, so I told him Because the simple idiot should not learn it, Sub. Was not all the knowledge Of the Egyptians writ in mystic symbols? Are not the choicest fables of the poets, That were the fountains and first springs of wisdom, Mam. I urged that, And cleared to him that Sisyphus was damned To roll the ceaseless stone, only because 500 510 He would have made ours common. [DOL appears at the door. Sub. You very knave! do you use me thus? Face. Wherein, sir? Sub. Go in and see, you traitor. Go! Mam. Who is it, sir? Sub. Nothing, sir; nothing. Mam. What's the matter, good sir? [Exit FACE. I have not seen you thus distemper'd: who is't? But ours the most ignorant. 520 ity of play-goers in Jonson's time as they are to us; the more common and important are explained in the course of the play. Re-enter FACE. What now? Face. 'Twas not my fault, sir; she would speak with you. Sub. Would she, sir! Follow me. [Exit. Mam. 'Fore God, a Bradamante,' a brave piece. Sur. Heart, this is an evil house! I will be burnt else. 540 Mam. Oh, by this light, no; do not wrong him. He's Too scrupulous that way: it is his vice. No, he's a rare physician, do him right, An excellent Paracelsian,2 and has done Strange cures with mineral physic. He deals all With spirits, he; he will not hear a word Of Galen or his tedious recipes. How now, Lungs ! Re-enter FACE. 1 A Christian amazon, sister to Rinaldo, and mistress of Ruggiero, in Boiardo's Orlando Innamorato, and Ariosto's Orlando Furioso. She possessed an irresistible spear, which unhorsed all her antagonists. Wheeler: Noted Names of Fiction. 2 Paracelsus was born in 1493 and died in 1541. |