friend,

Face. No whispering.

And therefore

Sub. Why, as you please; my venture follows

yours.

Fuce. Troth, do it, doctor; think him trusty,

and make him.

may make us both happy in an hour;

Win some five thousand pound, and send us two

on't.

Dap. Believe it, and I will, sir.

Face. And you shall, sir.

You have heard all?

Dap. No, what was't? Nothing, I, sir.

Face. Nothing?

Dap. A little, sir.

Face. Well, a rare star

Reigned at your birth.

Dap. At mine, sir! No.
Face. The doctor

Swears that you are

[FACE takes him aside.

Sub. Nay, captain, you'll tell all now.
Face. Allied to the queen of Fairy.
Dap. Who! that I am?

Believe it, no such matter.

Face. Yes, and that

You were born with a cawl o' your head. Dap. Who says so?

Face. Come,

Face. How!

When must he come for his familiar?

Dap. Shall I not ha' it with me?
Sub. Oh, good sir!

There must a world of ceremonies pass;
You must be bathed and fumigated first;
Besides, the queen of Fairy does not rise
Till it be noon.

Face. Not if she danced to-night.
Sub. And she must bless it.

Face. Did you never see

Her royal grace yet?

Dap. Whom?

Face. Your aunt of Fairy.

Sub. Not since she kissed him in the cradle, captain;

I can resolve you that.

Face. Well, see her grace,

Whate'er it cost you, for a thing that I know.
It will be somewhat hard to compass; but,
However, see her. You are made, believe it,
If you can see her. Her grace is a lone woman,
And very rich; and if she take a phantasy,
She will do strange things. See her, at any
hand.

'Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has!
It is the doctor's fear.

Dap. How will❜'t be done, then?

Face. Let me alone, take you no thought. Do you

But say to me, captain, I'll see her grace.

Dap. Captain, I'll see her grace.

Face. Enough.

Sub. Who's there?

[One knocks without.

Anon. Conduct him forth by the back way.
Sir, against one o'clock prepare yourself;
Till when, you must be fasting; only take
Three drops of vinegar in at your nose,
Two at your mouth, and one at either ear;
Then bathe your finger's ends, and wash your
VOL. II.

eyes,

Thrice, and buz as often; and then come.
Face. Can you remember this?
Dap. I warrant you.

Face. Well, then, away. 'Tis but your be stowing

Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants,
And put on a clean shirt; you do not know
What grace her
grace may do you in clean linen.
Dap. Hum-buz.

Face. Hum-buz.

Sub. Come in.

Enter DRUGGER.

[Exit. [Erit.

Drug. [Within.] I will see the doctor.
Sub. Good wives, I pray you forbear me now:
Troth, I can do you no good till afternoon.
What is your name, say you? Abel Drugger?
Drug. Yes, sir.

Sub. A seller of tobacco?
Drug. Yes, sir.
Sub. Umh.
Free of the grocers?

Drug. Yes, I'm free of the grocers.
Sub. Well-

Your business, Abel?

Sub. He's a fortunate fellow, that I am sure

on

Face. Already, sir, have you found it! Look thee, Abel!

Sub. And in right way towards riches-
Face. Sir?

Sub. This summer

He will be of the clothing of his company,

And next spring called to the scarlet, spend what he can.

Face. What, and so little beard?
Sub. You must think,

He may have a receipt to make hair come :

But he'll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine for it;

His fortune looks for him another way.

Face. That's a secret, Nab.

Sub. And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice,
And a court-fucus to call city-dames.
You shall deal much with minerals.
Drug. Sir, I have
At home already.

Sub. Ay, I know, you have arsnike,
Vitriol, salt-tartre, argale, alkaly,
Cinoper: I know all. This fellow, captain,
Will come, in time, to be a 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?
Drug. Good captain,

What must I give?

Face. Nay, I'll not counsel thee.

nus;

The fore-finger, to Jove; the midst to Saturn;
The ring, to Sol; the least, to Mercury;
Who was the lord, sir, of his horoscope,
His house of life being Libra; which foreshewed
He should be a merchant, and should trade with
balance.

Face. Why this is strange? Is it not, hopest
Nab?

Drug. Yes, very strange.

Sub. There is a ship now, coming from Ormus, That shall yield him such a commodity Of drugs-Come hither, Abel; This is the west, and this is the south.

Drug. Yes, sir.

thou canst)

Thou art like to come to.

Drug. I would give him a crown.

Face. A crown! and towards such a fortune?

'Shalt keep it no longer, I'll gi' it him for thee. Drug. Will ye?

Face. Doctor, Nab prays your worship to drink this, and swears

He will appear more grateful, as your skill
Docs raise him in the world.

Drug. I would intreat

Another favour of your worship.

Face. What is it, Nab?

Drug. 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.
Sub. And a direction for his shelves.
Face. Now, Nab,

Art thou well pleased, Nab?

Drug. Thank, sir, both your worships.

Sub. And those are your two sides? Drug. Aye, sir.

Face. Away.

[Exit.

Why, now you smoaky prosecutor of nature! Now do you see, that something's to be done,

SCENE I.

Enter MAMMON and SURLY.

Mam. 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 reached 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,

And have your punques, and punquetees, my
Surly,

And unto thee, I speak it first, Be rich.
Where is my Subtle, there! Within, ho!

Face,

Give safety, valour, yea, and victory,
To whom he will. In eight and twenty days,
I'll make an old man of fourscore a child.
Sur. No doubt; he's that already.
Mam. Nay, I mean,

Restore his years, renew him, like an eagle,
To the fifth age; make him get sons and daugh-
ters,

Become stout Marses, and beget young cupids. Sur. The decayed vestals of Drury-Lane would thank you,

That keep the fire alive there.
Mam. 'Tis the secret

Of Nature, naturized 'gainst all infections,
Cures all diseases coming of all causes;

A month's grief in a day; a year's in twelve;
And of what age soever, in a month.

and by.

Mam. That's his fire-drake,

His lungs, his Zephirus; he, that puffs his coals,
Till he firk Nature up in her own centre.

You are doubtful, sir. This night, I'll change
All that is metal, in my house, to gold.
And, early in the morning, will I send
To all the plumbers, and the pewterers,

You're still incredulous?

Sur. Faith I have a humour,

I would not willingly be gulled. Your stone Cannot transmute me.

Mum. Surly,

bury,

For all the copper.

Sur. What, and turn that too?

Mam. Yes, and I'll purchase Devonshire and Cornwall,

And make them perfect Indies! you admire now? Sur. No, faith.

Mam. But when you see the effects of the great medicine,

You will believe me?

Sur. Yes, when I see it, I will.

Mam. Why,

Do you think, I fable with you? I assure you,
He that has once the flower of the sun,
The perfect ruby, which we call Elixir,
Not only can do that, but by its virtue,
Can confer honour, love, respect, long life,

Sur. How!

row,

Give lords the affront. Is it, my Zephirus, right? Blushes the bolt's-head?

Face. Like a wench with child, sir, That were, but now, discovered to her master. Mam. Excellent witty, Lungs! My only care is,

Where to get stuff enough now, to project on. This town will not half serve me.

Face. No, sir? Buy

The covering off o' churches.

Mam. That's true.

Face. Yes,

Let them stand bare, as do their auditory;
Or cap them new with shingles.

Mam. No, good thatch :

Thatch will lie light upon the rafters, Lungs. Lungs, I will manumit thee from the furnace; I will restore thee thy complexion, Puffe, Lost in the embers; and repair this brain, Hurt wi' the fume o' the metals.

Face. I have blown, sir,

Hard for your worship; these bleared eyes Have waked, to read your several colours, sir; Of the pale citron, the green lion, the crow, The peacock's tail, the plumed swan,

Mam. And lastly,

Thou hast descryed the flower?
Face. Yes, sir.

Mam. Where's master?

Face. At his prayers, sir: he,

Good man, he's doing his devotions,
For the success.

Mam. Lungs, I will set a period

To all thy labours: thou shalt be the master

Of my seraglio.

For I do mean

To have a list of wives and concubines,

Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me:

Thou art sure thou saw'st it, blood?

Face. Both blood and spirit, sir.

Mam. An heretic that I did bring along,

In hope, sir, to convert him.

Sub. Son, I doubt

stuffed;

Down is too hard.

(Is it arrived at ruby?)Where I spy
A wealthy citizen, or a rich lawyer,
Have a sublimed pure wife, unto that fellow
I'll send a thousand pounds, to be my cuckold.
Face. And shall I carry it?
Mam. No, I'll have no bawds,

But fathers and mothers. They will do it best,
Best of all others. And my flatterers
Shall be the pure, and gravest of divines,
That I can get for money. My meet fools,
Eloquent burgesses.

We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the medicine.

My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells.
Dishes of agate set in gold, and studded
With emeralds, saphirs, hyacinths, and rubies.

This argues something, worthy of a fear

Of importune, and carnal appetite;

Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leave