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Sur. Why, I have heard, he must be bomo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal sin, a very virgin.
Mam. That makes.it, fir, he is so. But I buy it. My venture brings it me. 16 He, honest wretch, A notable, superstitious, good soul, Has worn his knees bare, and his Nippers bald, With
prayer and fasting for it: and, sir, let him Do it alone, for me, still. Here he comes. Not a prophane word, afore him : 'tis poyson.
S CE NE III.
Mammon, Subtle, Surly, Face.
Mam. Good morrow, father.
Subtle. Gentle son, good morrow, And to your friend there. What is he, is with you?
Mam. An heretick, that I did bring along, In hope, sir, to convert him.
Sub. Son, I doubt Yo' are covetous, that thus you meet your time I'the just point : prevent your day, at morning. This argues something, worthy of a fear Of importune and carnal appetite. Take heed you do not cause the blessing leave you, With your ungovern'd haste. I should be sorry To see my labours, now e'en at perfection, Got by long watching and large patience,
Ne, honefl wretch,
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 philosopher, that his knees were horny with frequent prayer.
I but come,
Not prosper, where my love and zeal hath plac'd 'em.
you, my son, should now prevaricate,
Mam. I know, fir,
Sur. Who is,
Sub. Well, son,
Fac. Anon, sir.
Sub. Look well to the register,
Fac. Yes, sir.
Fac. Which, on D. sir?
Sub. Infuse vinegar,
And put into the Gripe's egg. Lute him well;
Fac. I will, fir.
Sub. I have another work, you never saw, son,
Mam. But 'tis for me?
Mam. O but
Mam. No, I assure you,
Sub. How now?
Fac. Sir, please you,
Sub. Marry, yes ;
Mam. Of white oil ?
Sub. No, fir, of red. F. is come over the helm too.
Mam. By pouring on your rectified water?
How now? what colour says it?
Fac. The ground black, sir.
Sub. No, 'tis not perfect, would it were the crow. That work wants something.
Sur. (O I look'd for this. The hay is pitching.)
Sub. Are you sure, you loos’d 'em
Fac. Yes, sir, and then married 'em,
Sub. The process then was right.
Fac. Yes, by the token, sir, the retort brake,
Sub. I think 'twas fo.
Sur. (O, this ferret
Sub. But I care not.
Fac. Yes, sir,
Mam. He says right.
•? 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 consulting his dictionary: fome of them mean the same thing, and the exact meaning of some is dubious,
Sur. I, are you bolted ?
Fac. Nay, I know't, sir, I have seen th' ill fortune. What is some three ounces Of fresh materials ?
Mam. Is't no more?
Fac. No more, sir,
Mam. Away, here's money. What will serve ?
Sub. This needs not. But that you will have it so,
your ways. Ha' you set the oil of luna in kemia?
Fac. Yes, fir.
Sub. Son, be not hasty, I exalt our med'cine,