Face. What, and dost thou despair, my little Nab, One glass o' thy water, with a madam I know, 724 Will have it done, Nab. What's her brother? a knight? Of some three thousand a year, and is come up Yes, sir, to carry quarrels, 730 Face. 'Slid, Nab! the doctor is the only man In Christendom for him. He has made a table, With mathematical demonstrations, 735 Touching the art of quarrels. He will give him An instrument to quarrel by. Go, bring them both, 740 The doctor happ'ly may persuade. Go to. 'Shal't give his worship a new damask suit Upon the premisses. Subt. Face. O, good captain! He shall; He is the honestest fellow, doctor. Stay not, Face. Subt. Face. Face. 'Tis good tobacco, this! what is 't an ounce? It is the goodest soul. Abel, about it; O, no! He will do 't. Away, be gone. [Exit Abel. A miserable rogue, and lives with cheese, And has the worms. Why he came now. That was the cause indeed 750 To get a med'cine for them. And shall, sir. This works. Subt. Face. A wife, a wife for one o' us, my dear Subtle: We'll e'en draw lots, and he that fails shall have The more in goods, the other has in tail. 755 Subt. Rather the less. For she may be so light She may want grains. Face. Aye, or be such a burden, A man would scarce endure her for the whole. 759 Subt. Face. Subt. Faith, best let's see her first, and then determine. Mum. Away you to your Surly yonder, catch him. I fear it. [Exeunt. Trib. ACT III SCENE I Tribulation, Ananias. These chastisements are common to the saints, And such rebukes we of the separation Must bear with willing shoulders, as the trials Anan. In pure zeal, I do not like the man, he is a heathen, Trib. I think him a profane person indeed. The visible mark ofthe beast in his fore-head. He bears Trib. Good brother, we must bend unto all means Not always necessary: Trib. The brain of man, and make him prone to passion. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Or more profane, or choleric, than your glassmen ? Of humours in the blood. It may be so, 25 Whenas the work is done, the Stone is made, 30 Against the menstruous cloth, and rag of Rome. Of the good spirit. You did fault, t' upbraid him For the restoring of the silenced saints, With the brethren's blessing of Heidelberg, weighing 35 Which ne'er will be, but by the philosopher's stone. 40 Assured me; aurum potabile being The only med'cine for the civil magistrate, And must be daily used in the disease. Anan. I have not edified more, truly, by man; Not since the beautiful light first shone on me: And I am sad my zeal hath so offended. Trib. Anan. Let us call on him then. The motion's good, 45 And of the spirit; I'll knock first. [Knocks.] Peace be within. SCENE II-A room in Lovewit's house. Enter Subtle, Tribulation, Ananias. [They enter. Subt. O, are you come? 'twas time. Your threescore Were at last thread, you see; and down had gone [minutes 52 Lembic, bolts-head, retort, and pelican Had all been cinders. Wicked Ananias! Art thou returned? Nay, then it goes down yet. If too much zeal hath carried him aside From the due path. Subt. 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. Subt. Trib. This qualifies more! 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 This qualifies most! Subt. 55 60 65 |