Fac. Good? a bona roba?

Dru. But nineteen at the most.

Fac. Very good, Abel.

Dru. Marry, fh'is not in fashion yet; fhe wears A hood; but 't ftands acop.

Fac. No matter, Abel.

Dru. And I do now and then give her a fucus Fac. What! doft thou deal, Nab?

Sub. I did tell you, captain.

Dru. And phyfick too fometime, fir: for which she

[trufts me With all her mind. She's come up here of purpose To learn the fashion.

Fac. Good (his match too!) on, Nab. [tune.
Dru. And the do's ftrangely long to know her for-
Fac. Gods lid, Nab, fend her to the doctor hither.
Dru. Yes, I have spoke to her of his worship al-

But she's afraid it will be blown abroad,
And hurt her marriage.

Fac. Hurt it? 'tis the way

To heal it, if 'twere hurt; to make it more

[ready :

Follow'd and fought: Nab, thou shalt tell her this." She'll be more known, more talk'd of; and your wi

Are ne'er of any price till they be famous
Their honour is their multitude of fuitors:
Send her, it may be thy good fortune. What?
Thou doft not know.

Dru. No, fir, fhe'll never marry

[dows

Under a knight. Her brother has made a vow.
Fac. What, and doft thou defpair, my little Nab,
Knowing what the doctor has fet down for thee,
And feeing fo many of the city dubb'd?

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

Dru

Dru. No, fir, a gentleman newly warm in his land, fir, Scarce cold in his one and twenty, that do's govern His fifter here; and is a man himself

Of fome three thousand a year, and is come up
To learn to quarrel, and to live by his wits,
And will go down again, and die i' the country.
Fac. How! to quarrel?

Dru. Yes, fir, to carry quarrels,

As gallants do, to manage 'em by line.

Fac. 'Slid, Nab! the doctor is the only man
In Christendom for him. He has made a table,
With mathematical demonftrations,

Touching the art of quarrels. He will give him
An inftrument to quarrel by. Go, bring 'em both,
Him and his fifter. And, for thee, with her
The doctor happ❜ly may perfuade. Go to.
'Sha't give his worship a new damask suit
Upon the premiffes.

"Sub. O, good captain.

Fac. He fhall,

He is the honefteft fellow, doctor. Stay not,

No offers, bring the damask, and the parties.

Dru. I'll try my power, fir.

Fac. And thy will too, Nab.

Sub. 'Tis good tobacco, this! what is't an ounce ? Fac. He'll fend you a pound, doctor.

Sub. O, no.

Fac. He will do't.

It is the goodeft foul. Abel, about it.

(Thou shalt know more anon. Away, be gone.)
A miferable rogue, and lives with cheese,

And has the worms. That was the cause indeed
Why he came now. He dealt with me in private,
To get a medicine for 'em.

Sub. And fhall, fir. This works.

Fac. A wife, a wife for one o'us, my dear Subtle:

We'll

We'll e'en draw lots, and he that fails, fhall have
The more in goods, the other has in tail.

Sub. Rather the lefs. For fhe may be fo light
She may want grains.

Fac. I, or be fuch a burden,

A man would scarce endure her for the whole.

Sub. Faith, beft let's fee her first, and then determine.
Fac. Content. But Dol muft ha' no breath on't.
Sub. Mum.

Away, you to your Surly yonder, catch him.
Fac. 'Pray God I ha' not staid too long.
Sub. I fear it.

Tri.

ACT III. SCENE I.

T

Tribulation, Ananias.

[faints,

HESE chastisements are common to the And fuch rebukes we of the feparation Must bear, with willing fhoulders, as the trials Sent forth to tempt our frailties.

Ana. In pure zeal

I do not like the man, he is a heathen,
And fpeaks the language of Canaan, truly.
Tri. I think him a prophane perfon indeed:
Ana. He bears

The visible mark of the beast in his fore-head.
And for his ftone, it is a work of darkness,
And with philofophy blinds the eyes of man.
Tri. Good brother, we muft bend unto all means
That may give furtherance to the holy cause.
Ana. Which his cannot the fanctified cause
Should have a fanctified course.

Tri. Not always necessary :

The children of perdition are oft-times

Made inftruments even of the greatest works.

Befide,

Befide, we should give fomewhat to man's nature,
The place he lives in, ftill about the fire,

And fume of metals, that intoxicate

The brain of man, and make him prone to passion.
Where have you greater atheists than your cooks?
Or more prophane, or cholerick, than your glaffmen?
More antichriftian than your bell-founders ?
What makes the devil fo devilish, I would ask you,
Sathan, our common enemy, but his being
Perpetually about the fire, and boiling
Brimftone and arfenick? We muft give, I fay,
Unto the motives, and the ftirrers up
Of humours in the blood. It may be fo,
When as the work is done, the stone is made,
This heat of his may turn into a zeal,
And ftand up for the beauteous difcipline,
Against the menftruous cloth, and rag of Rome.
We must await his calling, and the coming

Of the good spirit. You did fault, t' upbraid him
With the brethrens bleffing of Heidelberg, weighing
What need we have to haften on the work,
For the reftoring of the filenc'd faints,

Which ne'er will be, but by the philofophers ftone.
And fo a learned elder, one of Scotland,
Affur'd me; aurum potabile being

The only med'cine, for the civil magiftrate,
T' incline him to a feeling of the caufe;
And must be daily us'd in the disease.

Ana. I have not edified more, truly, by man;
Not fince the beautiful light firft fhone on me :

And I am fad my zeal hath fo offended.

Tri. Let us call on him then.

Ana. The motion's good,

And of the spirit; I will knock first: peace be within.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Subtle, Tribulation, Ananias.

Sub. O, are you come? 'twas time. Your threefcore

[minutes

gone

Were at last thread, you fee; and down had
Furnus acedia, turris circulatorius:
Lembek, bolts-head, retort, and pellicane
Had all been cinders. Wicked Ananias !
Art thou return'd? nay then, it goes down yet.
Tri. Sir, be appeased, he is come to humble
Himself in fpirit, and to afk your patience,
If too much zeal hath carried him afide
From the due path.

Sub. Why, this doth qualifie!

Tri. The brethren had no purpose, verily, To give you the leaft grievance but are ready To lend their willing hands to any project

The spirit and you direct.

Sub. This qualifies more!

Tri. And for the orphans goods, let them be valu'd, Or what is needful elfe to the holy work,

It shall be numbred; here, by me, the faints,
Throw down their purfe before you.

Sub. This qualifies moft!

Why, thus it fhould be, now you understand.
Have I difcours'd fo unto you of our stone,
And of the good that it fhall bring your caufe?
Shew'd you (befide the main of hiring forces
Abroad, drawing the Hollanders, your friends,
From th' Indies, to ferve you, with all their fleet)
That even the med'cinal use shall make you a faction,
And party in the realm? as, put the cafe,
That fome great man in ftate, he have the gout,
Why, you but fend three drops of your Elixir,

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