Shall be the pure, and gravest of divines That I can get for money. My meet fools, We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the medicine. Dress'd with an exquisite and poignant sauce; Face. Sir, I'll go look A little, how it heightens. Mam. Do. My shirts I'll have of taffata-sarsnet, soft and light My gloves of fishes and birds-skins, perfum'd 140 [Exit. Sur. And do you think to have the Stone with this? Mam. No, I do think t' have all this with the Stone. Sur. Why, I have heard, he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal sin, a very virgin. Mam. That makes it, sir, he is so. But I buy it. My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch, Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald, Enter SUBTLE. Good-morrow, father. Sub. Gentle son, good-morrow. 160 And to your friend there. What is he is with you? Mam. An heretic that I did bring along, In hope, sir, to convert him. Sub. Son, I doubt Yo'are covetous, that thus you meet your time Of importune, and carnal appetite; Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leave you, Not prosper, where my love and zeal hath placed them. Have look'd no way, but unto public good. To pious uses, and dear charity, Now grown a prodigy with men. Wherein If you, my son, should now prevaricate, And, to your own particular lusts, employ and catholic a bliss, be sure, So great 180 A curse will follow, yea, and overtake Your subtle, and most secret ways. Mam. I know, sir. You shall not need to fear me. I but come, To have you to confute this gentleman. Indeed, sir, somewhat costive of belief All that I can convince him in, is this: The work is done; bright Sol is in his robe. Thanks be to Heaven, And make us worthy of it. Ulen Spigel! Sub. Look well to the register, And let your heat still lessen by degrees, "Sub. Infuse vinegar 200 "To draw his volatile substance, and his tincture; "And let the water in glass E. be filter'd, "And put into the Gripe's egg." And leave him clos'd in balneo ; E Lute him well; And bring me the complexion of glass B. Face. I will, sir. [Exit Face. Sur. What a brave language here is! next to canting! Sub. I have another work, you never saw, son, 220 That three days since pass'd the philosopher's wheel, In the lent heat of Athanor; and is become Sulphur of Nature. Mam. But 'tis for me? Sub. What need you? You have enough, in that is perfect. Mam. Oh, but Sub. Why, this is covetous ! Mam. No, I assure you, I shall employ it all in pious uses, "Sub. How now? Enter FACE. "Face. Sir, please you, "Shall I not change the feltre? Sub. Marry, yes, "And bring me the complexion of glass B. [Exit Face. "Sub. Yes, son, were I assur'd "Your piety were firm, we would not want "The means to glorify it. But I hope the best : 240 "Mam. Of white oil? "Sub. No, sir, of red. Fis come over the helm too, "In St. Mary's Bath, and shews lac virginis. "I sent you of his faces there calcin'd. "Out of that calx, I have won the salt of mercury. "Mam. By pouring on your rectified water?” Sub. "Yes, and reverberating in Athanor." How now? What colour says it? Enter FACE. Face. The ground black, sir, Mam. That's your crow's head? Sur. Your cocks-comb's, is't not? Sub. No, 'tis not perfect, would it were the crow. That work wants something. Sur. Oh, I look'd for this. The hay's a pitching. Sub. Are you sure you loosed them In their own menstrue? Face. Yes, sir, and then married them, 260 And put them in a bolt's head, nipp'd to digestion, The liquor of Mars to circulation, Sub. The process then was right. Face. Yes, by the token, sir, the retort brake, And what was sav'd was put into the pellicane, And signed with Hermes' seal. Sub. I think 'twas so. We should have a new amalgama. |