Fac. To him, Dol, fuckle him. This is the noble

I told your ladyfhip

Mam. Madam, with your pardon,

I kiss your vesture.

Dol. Sir, I were uncivil

If I would fuffer that; my lip to you, fir.

[knight,

Mam. I hope my lord your brother be in health, lady. Dol. My lord, my brother is, though I no lady, fir. Fac. (Well faid, my Guinea bird.)

Mam. Right noble madam

(Fac. O, we fhall have most fierce idolatry.) Mam. 'Tis your prerogative.

Dol. Rather your courtesy.

Mam. Were there nought elfe t'enlarge your virtues

[to me, These answers speak your breeding, and your blood. Dol.Blood we boaft none, fir, a poor baron's daughter. Mam. Poor! and gat you? prophane not. Had your Slept all the happy remnant of his life [father After that act, lien but there ftill, and panted, H' had done enough to make himself, his iffüe, And his pofterity noble.

Dol. Sir, although

We may be faid to want the gilt and trappings,
The dress of honour, yet we strive to keep
The feeds and the materials.

Mam. I do fee

The old ingredient, virtue, was not loft,

Nor the drug money us'd to make your compound.
There is a ftrange nobility i' your eye,

This lip, that chin! methinks you do resemble
One of the Auftriack princes'.

Fac. Very like,

Her father was an Irish coftarmonger.

-Methinks you do resemble

One o' the Auftriack princes.] They were diftinguished by their

thick lips.

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Dr. GREY.

Mam.

Mam. The house of Valois just had such a nofe,

And fuch a forehead yet the Medici

Of Florence boast.

Dol. Troth, and I have been lik'ned To all these princes.

Fac. I'll be fworn, I heard it.

Mam. I know not how! it is not any one,

But e'en the very choice of all their features.
Fac. I'll in, and laugh.

Mam. A certain touch, or air,
That sparkles a divinity, beyond
An earthly beauty!

Dol. O, you play the courtier.
Mam. Good lady, gi' me leave-
Dol. In faith, I may not,

To mock me, fir.

Mam. To burn in this fweet flame;

The Phoenix never knew a nobler death.

Dol. Nay, now you court the courtier, and deftroy What you would build. This art, fir, i' your words, Calls your whole faith in queftion.

Mam. By my foul

Dol. Nay, oaths are made o' the fame air, fir,
Mam. Nature

Never bestow'd upon mortality

A more unblam'd, a more harmonious feature:
She play'd the step-dame in all faces elfe

Sweet madam, le' me be particular

Dol. Particular, fir? I pray you know your distance. Mam. In no ill fenfe, fweet lady, but to ask How your fair graces pafs the hours? I fee Yo' are lodg'd here, i' the houfe of a rare man, An excellent artift; but what's that to you?

Dol. Yes, fir; I ftudy here the mathematicks, And diftillation 2.

2 And DISTILLATION.] i. e. Chemistry; the word is so used above. Mam

Mam. O, I cry you pardon.

He's a divine inftructor, can extract
The fouls of all things by his art; call all
The virtues, and the miracles of the fun,
Into a temperate furnace; teach dull nature
What her own forces are. A man, the emp❜ror
Has courted above Kelley 3; fent his medals
And chains, t' invite him.

Dol. I, and for his phyfick,

fir

Mam. Above the art of Æfculapius,

That drew the envy of the thunderer!
I know all this, and more.

Dol. Troth, I am taken, fir,

Whole with these studies, that contemplate nature.
Mam. It is a noble humour: but this form
Was not intended to fo dark a use.

Had

you been crooked, foul, of fome coarse mould, A cloyster had done well; but fuch a feature That might stand up the glory of a kingdom, To live reclufe! is a meer folœcism,

Though in a nunnery. It must not be.

I mufe, my lord your brother will permit it!
You should spend half my land first, were I he
Does not this diamant better on my finger,
Than i' the quarry?

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Dol. Yes.

A man, the emp'ror

Has courted above KELLEY.] The emperor was Rodolph the II. who had once a great respect for Kelley; but at last he fell into his difpleasure, by attempting to put a chemical cheat upon him, fo that he imprisoned him at Prague; from whence endeavouring to escape, he broke his legs, and died foon after. Kelley was an intimate friend of the famous Dr. J.Dee, and concerned with him in his chemical proceffes and experiments. It is faid they were in poffeffion of the elixir, and actually made projection upon several metals, and converted them into gold. His hiftory may be met with in Wood's Athena Oxon. ift vol. col. 279. and in Weaver's Funeral Monuments, p. 45, 46. where are fome incredible ftories about him.

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Mans.

Mam. Why, you are like it.

You were created, lady, for the light!

Here, you fhall wear it; take it, the first pledge
Of what I speak, to bind you to believe me:
Dol. In chains of adamant ?

Mam. Yes, the strongest bands.

And take a fecret too. Here, by

Here, by your fide,

Doth ftand this hour, the happiest man in Europe:
Dol. You are contented, fir?

Mam. Nay, in true being,

The envy of princes, and the fear of ftates.
Dol. Say you fo, fir Epicure!

Mam. Yes, and thou fhalt prove it,

Daughter of mine honour. I have cast mine eye
Upon thy form, and I will rear this beauty
Above all ftyles.

- Dol. You mean no treason, fir?

Mam. No, I will take away that jealousy.
I am the lord of the philofophers stone,
And thou the lady.

Dol. How, fir! ha' you that?

Mam. I am the mafter of the mastery.

This day the good old wretch here o' the house
Has made it for us: now he's at projection.
Think therefore thy first wifh now; let me hear it :
And it fhall rain into thy lap, no shower,
But floods of gold, whole cataracts, a deluge,
To get a nation on thee.

Dol. You are pleas'd, fir,

To work on the ambition of our fex:

Mam. I'm pleas'd the glory of her fex fhould know,' This nook, here, of the Friers is no climate

For her to live obfcurely in, to learn

Phyfick and furgery, for the conftable's wife
Of fome odd hundred in Effex: but come forth,
And taste the air of palaces; eat, drink

The toils of emp'ricks, and their boasted practice;

Tincture

Tincture of pearl, and coral, gold and amber;
Be feen at feafts and triumphs; have it afk'd,
What miracle she is? fet all the eyes

Of court a-fire, like a burning glass,
And work 'em into cinders, when the jewels
Of twenty states adorn thee, and the light

Strikes out the stars; that when thy name is mention'd, Queens may look pale; and we but fhewing our love, Nero's Poppaa may be loft in story!

Thus will we have it.

Dol. I could well confent, fir.

But, in a monarchy, how will this be?
The prince will foon take notice, and both seize
You and your stone, it being a wealth unfit

For any private fubject.

Mam. If he knew it.

Dol. Yourself do boast it, fir.

Mam. To thee, my life.

Dol. O, but beware, fir! you may come to end
The remnant of your days in a loth'd prifon,
By speaking of it.

Mam. 'Tis no idle fear:

We'll therefore go with all, my girl, and live
In a free ftate, where we will eat our mullets,
Sous'd in high-country wines, fup pheasants eggs,
And have our cockles boil'd in filver fhells,
Our shrimps to fwim again, as when they liv'd,
In a rare butter, made of dolphins milk,
Whose cream does look like opals; and with these
Delicate meats fet our felves high for pleasure,
And take us down again, and then renew

Our youth and strength, with drinking the elixir,
And fo enjoy a perpetuity

Of life and luft. And thou fhalt ha' thy wardrobe
Richer than nature's, ftill to change thy felf,
And vary oftner, for thy pride, than fhe,
Or art, her wife and almoft-equal fervant.

Fac.