Sur. Why, I have heard, he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal fin, a very virgin. Mam. That makes it, fir, he is fo. But I buy it. Has worn his knees bare, and his flippers bald, SCENE III. Mammon, Subtle, Surly, Face. Mam. Good morrow, father. Subtle. Gentle fon, good morrow, And to your friend there. What is he, is with In hope, fir, to convert him. Sub. Son, I doubt you Yo' are covetous, that thus you meet your time Take heed you do not cause the bleffing leave you, A notable, fuperftitious, good foul, ? Hath worn his KNEES BARE, &C.] The true hermetic philofophers were extremely devout, and given to prayer: Aubery tells us of Dr Napier, rector of Lyndford in Bucks, a very pious man and hermetic philofopher, that his knees were horny with frequent prayer. Not Not profper, where my love and zeal hath plac'd 'em. Wherein If you, my fon, fhould now prevaricate, You shall not need to fear me. I but come, To ha' you confute this gentleman. Sur. Who is, Indeed, fir, fomewhat coftive of belief All that I can convince him in, is this, Sub. Look well to the register, And let your heat ftill leffen by degrees, Fac. Yes, fir. Sub. Did you look O' the bolts-head yet? What's the complexion? Fac. Whitifh. Sub. Infufe vinegar, To draw his volatile fubftance and his tincture: And let the water in glafs E. be feltred, And And put into the Gripe's egg. Lute him well; Fac. I will, fir. Sur. What a brave language here is! next to canting. Sub. I have another work, you never faw, fon, That three days fince past the philofopher's wheel, In the lent heat of Athanor; and's become Sulphur o'Nature. Mam. But 'tis for me? Sub. What need you? You have enough, in that, is perfect. Mam. O but Sub. Why, this is covetife! Mam. No, I affure you, I shall employ it all in pious ufes, Founding of colleges, and grammar schools, Sub. How now ? Fac. Sir, please you, Shall I not change the feltre? Sub. Marry, yes; And bring me the complexion of glass B. Sub. Yes, fon, were I affur'd Your piety were firm, we would not want And give him imbibition. Mam. Of white oil? Sub. No, fir, of red. F. is come over the helm too. I thank my maker, in S. Mary's bath, And fhews lac virginis. Bleffed be heaven. I fent you of his fæces there calcin'd. Out of that calx, I ha' won the falt of mercury. How How now? what colour fays it? Sub. No, 'tis not perfect, would it were the crow. That work wants fomething. Sur. (OI look'd for this. The hay is pitching.) Sub. Are you fure, you loos'd 'em I' their own menftrue? Fac. Yes, fir, and then married 'em, And put 'em in a bolts-head nipp'd to digeftion, In the fame heat. Sub. The process then was right. Fac. Yes, by the token, fir, the retort brake, And what was fav'd, was put into the Pellicane, And fign'd with Hermes' feal. Sub. I think 'twas fo. We should have a new Amalgama 47. Sur. (O, this ferret Is rank as any pole-cat.) Sub. But I care not. Let him e'en die; we have enough befide, He's ripe for inceration: he ftands warm, 7 We should have a new AMALGAMA.] A mixture of metals with mercury. Dr. GREY, I have not troubled the reader with the explanation of all the terms of art, which he may learn by confulting his dictionary: fome of them mean the fame thing, and the exact meaning of fome is dubious. Sub. Sur. I, are you bolted? Fac. Nay, I know't, fir, I have seen th' ill fortune. What is fome three ounces Of fresh materials ? Mam. Is't no more? Fac. No more, fir, Of gold, t'amalgame, with fome fix of mercury. Mam. How much? Sub. Give him nine pound: you may gi' him ten. Mam. There 'tis. Sub. This needs not. But that you will have it fo, To fee conclufions of all. For two Of our inferior works are at fixation, A third is in afcenfion. Go your ways. Sub. And the philosophers vinegar. Fac. I. Sur. We fhall have a fallad. Mam. When do you make projection? Sub. Son, be not hafty, I exalt our med'cine, By hanging him in balneo vaporofo, ; And giving him folution; then congeal him As, if at first one ounce convert a hundred, Your |