The British Drama: Comedies. 2 v

Indeed, sir, somewhat costive of belief
Toward your stone; would not be gulled.
Sub. Well, son.

All, that I can convince him in, is this:
The work is done ; bright Sol is in his robe.
We have a medicine of the triple soul;
Thanks be to Heaven,

And make us worthy of it! Ulen Spigel!
Face. [Within.] Anon, sir.
Sub. Look well to the register,

And let your heat still lessen by degrees,
To the Aludels.

And bring me the complexion of glass B.
Face. I will, sir.

Sur. What a brave language here is! next to canting!

Sub. I have another work, you never saw, son, That three days since passed the philosopher's

wheel,

Mam. When do you make projection?

[Exit.

Sub. Son, be not hasty. I exalt our medicine,

By hanging him in balneo qaporoso,

And giving him solution, then congeal him,

And then dissolve him, then again congeal him:

For look, how oft I iterate the work,

So many times I add unto his virtue.

Get you your stuff here against afternoon,

Your brass, your pewter, and your andirons.
Mam. Not those of iron?

Sub. Yes, you may bring them too.

We'll change all metals.

Sur. I believe you in that.

Mam. Then I may send my spits?
Sub. Yes, and your racks.

Sur. And dripping-pans, and pot-hangers, and hooks,

Shall he not?

Sub. If he please.

Sur. To be an ass.

Sub. How, sir!

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!

Mam. No, he will not be gulled! let him alone.
Face. You are very right, sir; she is a most
rare scholar,

And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works.
If you but name a word touching the Hebrew,
She falls into her fit, and will discourse
So learnedly of genealogies,

As you would run mad too, to hear her, sir.
Mam. How might one do to have conference
with her, Lungs?

Face. Oh, divers have run mad upon the con

Mam. Drink that. [Gives him money.] What

is she, when she's out of her fit. Face. Oh, the most affablest creature, sir, so merry!

[Exit SUBTLE. So pleasant! she'll mount you up, like quick

Face. She's mad, sir, and sent hither—

Mam. Stay, man, what is she?

Face. A lord's sister, sir.

He'll be mad too.

silver,

I know the lady, and her friends, and means, The original of this disaster. Her brother Has told me all.

Sur. And yet you never saw her

Till now?

Mam. But wilt thou, Ulen, Be constant to thy promise? Face. As my life, sir.

Mam. And wilt thou insinuate what I am, and praise me,

Mam. Oh, yes! but I forgot: I have, believe And say I am a noble fellow?

Now, I am sure it is a bawdy-house;
I'll swear it, were the marshall here to thank me;
The naming this commander doth confirm it.
Don Face! why 'tis the most authentic dealer
In these commodities-The superintendant
To all the quainter traffickers in town.
Him will I prove, by a third person, to find
The subtleties of this dark labyrinth;
Which, if I do discover, dear sir Mammon,
You'll give your poor friend leave, though no
philosopher,

To laugh; for you that are, 'tis thought, shall

Bear yourself stately.

Dol. Oh, let me alone.

I'll not forget my race, I warrant you.
I'll keep my distance, laugh, and talk aloud:
Have all the tricks of a proud scurvy lady,
And be as rude as her woman.

Face. Well said, Sanguine,

Sub. But will he send his andirons ?
Face. His jack too;

And's iron shoeing-horn; I have spoken to him.
Well,

I must not lose my wary gamester, yonder. Sub. Oh, monsieur Caution, that will not be gulled?

Face. Ay; if I can strike a fine hook into him, now!

The Temple Church, there I have cast mine angle. Well, pray for me; I'll about it. [One knocks. Sub. What, more gudgeons?

Dol, scout, scout! stay, Face, you must go to the [Erit FACE.

door.

Pray Heaven it be my Anabaptist. Who is't, | Dol?

Dol. I know him not. He looks like an end of gold and silver-man.

If you coagulate, it is coagulated;
If you make it to fly, it flieth.
Sub. Enough.

This is heathen Greek to you—

Sub. God's-so! 'tis he; he said he would send- What are you, sir?

What call you him?

The sanctified elder, that should deal

[Exit FACE.

Ana. Please you, a servant of the exiled brethren,

For Mammon's jack and andirons-Let him in. That deal with widows' and with orphans' goods, Stay,

And help me off with my gown-Away, Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. Now,

[Exit DoL. In a new tune, new gesture, but old language. This fellow is sent from one negociates with me About the stone too; for the holy brethren Of Amsterdam, the exiled saints, that hope To raise their discipline by it. I must use him In some strange fashion now, to make him admire me.

Enter FACE and ANANIAS.

And make a just account unto the saints;

A deacon.

That one at Heidelberg made it of an egg,
And a small paper of pin-dust.

Sub. What's your name?
Ana. My name is Ananias.
Sub. Out! the varlet

That cozened the apostles! Hence, away!
Flee, mischief! Had your holy consistory
No name to send me of another sound
Than wicked Ananias? Send you your elders
Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly,
And give me satisfaction; or out goes

The fire, and down the alembicks, and the furnace,
If they stay threescore minutes. The acqueity,
Terreity, and sulphureity,

Shall run together again, and all be annulled,
Thou wicked Ananias!

This will fetch them,

[Exit ANANIAS.

And make them haste towards their gulling more. A man must deal like a rough nurse, and fright Those, that are froward, to an appetite.

Enter FACE and DRUGGER.

Face. He's busy with his spirits; but we'll upon him.

Sub. How now? What mates, what baiards have we here?»

Face. Ay, a good lucky one; a thriving sign, doctor.

Sub. I was devising now.

Face. 'Slight, do not say so;
He will repent he gave you any more.
Aside to SUBTLE.
What say you to his constellation, doctor ?
The Balance?

Sub. No, that way is stale and common.
A townsman born in Taurus, gives the bull,
Or the bull's head; in Aries, the ram;
A poor device. Come hither, Abel.
No, I will have his name

Formed in some mystic character, whose radii,
Striking the senses of the passers by,
Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections,
That may result upon the party owns it:
As thus-

Drug. I don't understand it.

And here's now mystery and hieroglyphic!

Face. Abel, thou art made.

Drug. I do thank his worship.

Knowing what the doctor has set down for thee, And seeing so many of the city dubbed?

One glass o' thy water, with a madam, I know Will have it done, Nab. What's her brother ? A knight?

Drug. No, sir, a gentleman, newly warm in his land, sir.

Scarce cold in his one-and-twenty, that does

govern

His sister here, and is a man himself

Of some three thousand a year, and is come up
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,

A hood; but it stands acop.

Face. No matter, Abel.

When he can't live any longer here.
Face. How to quarrel?

Drug. Yes, sir, to carry quarrels,

As gallants do; to manage them by line.
Face. 'Slid, Nab, the doctor is the only man
In Christendom for him.

Drug. Is he?

Face. He has made a table,
With mathematical demonstrations,
Touching the art of quarrels.
Drug. Has he?

Face. He will give him
An instrument to quarrel by.
Drug. Will he ?

Face. Go, bring them both,

Him and his sister. And for thee, with her The doctor haply may persuade. Go to. Sha't give his worship a new damask suit

Drug. And I do now and then give her a fucus-Upon the premises.

Face. What! dost deal, Nab?

Sub. I did tell you, captain.

VOL. II.

"Sub. Oh, good captainFace. He shall:

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