Your brafs, your pewter, and your andirons. Mam. Not thofe of iron? Sub. Yes, you may bring them too. We'll change all metals. Sur. I believe you in that. Mam. Then I may fend my fpits? 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, fir! Mam. This gentleman you must bear withal : I told you, he had no faith. Sur. And as little hope, fir; But much less charity, fhould I gull myself. Sub. Why, what have you observ'd, fir, in our art, Seems fo impoffible? Sur. But your whole work, no more. That you fhould hatch gold in a furnace, fir, Sub. Sir, do you Believe that eggs are hatch'd fo? Sur. If I fhould? Sub. Why, I think that the greater miracle. No egg but differs from a chicken more Than metals in themselves. Sur. That cannot be. The egg's ordain'd by nature to that end, And is a chicken in potentia. Sub. The fame we fay of lead, and other metals, Which would be gold, if they had time. 13 That you should bath gold in a furnace, fir, As they do eggs in Egypt.] Befides the accounts given us by Sandys and other later travellers, of the manner of hatching chickens at Grand Cairo, the reader may confult an exact rela 1737. the celebrated Mr. John Greaves, zd vol. of his works, edit. Mam. Mam. And that Our art doth further. Sub. I, for 'twere abfurd To think that nature in the earth bred gold Perfect i' the inftant. Something went before. There must be remote matter. Sur. I, what is that? Sub. Marry, we fay Mam. I, now it heats: ftand father, Pound him to dust Sub. It is, of the one part, A humid exhalation, which we call But common to all metals, and all flones, That both do act and suffer. But these two Make the reft ductile, malleable, extensive. And even in gold they are; for we do find Seed's Seeds of them, by our fire, and gold in them; Mam. Well faid, father! Nay, if he take you in hand, fir, with an argument, He'll bray you in a mortar. Sur. Pray you, fir, ftay. Rather than I'll be bray'd, fir, I'll believe Somewhat like tricks o' the cards, to cheat a man With charming. Sub. Sir? Sur. What elfe are all your terms, Whereon no one o' your writers 'grees with other? Your stone, your med'cine, and your Chryfofperme, And worlds of other strange ingredients, Sub. And all thefe nam'd, In Intending but one thing; which art our writers Mam. Sir, fo I told him, Because the simple idiot fhould not learn it, Sub. Was not all the knowledge Of the Ægyptians writ in myftic fymbols? That were the fountains and firft fprings of wisdom, Mam. I urg'd that, And clear'd to him, that Syfiphus was damn'd He would have ours common. Who is this? [Dol is feen. Sub.God's precious-What do you mean? go in good Let me entreat you. Where's this varlet? Fac. Sir? Sub. You very knave! do you use me thus ? Fac. Wherein, fir? Sub. Go in, and fee, you traitor. Go. Mam. Who is it, fir? Sub. Nothing, fir: nothing. Mam. What's the matter, good fir? [lady, I have not feen you thus diftemper'd? who is't? But ours the moft ignorant. What now? [Face returns. Fac. 'Twas not my fault, fir; fhe would speak with Sub. Would she, fir? Follow me. Mam. Stay, lungs. Fac. I dare not, fir. Mam. How! pray thee stay. Fac. She's mad, fir, and fent hither Mam. Stay man, what is the ? [you. Fac. Mam. 'Fore God, a Bradamante, a brave piece1. Sur. Heart, this is a bawdy-houfe! I'll be burnt elfe. Mam. O, by this light, no. Do not wrong him. H'is Too fcrupulous that way. It is his vice. No, h'is a rare physician, do him right, [Face again: So learnedly of genealogies, As you would run mad too, to hear her, fir. [lungs? To fetch a vial. Sur. Be not gull'd, fir Mammon. 19 'Fore God, a BRADAMANTE ] An heroine in Orlando Furiofo. 20 She is gone mad with ftudying BROUGHTON's works.] Mr. Hugh Broughton, a celebrated rabbin in Queen Elizabeth's days, and a great publisher. See STRYP Whitgift, and Annals of Queen Elizabeth, vol. 2. Dr. GREY. VOL. III. D Mam. |