Sur. Oh, this ferret Is rank as any pole-cat. Sub. But I care not. Let him e'en die; "we have enough beside, "In embrion. H has his white shirt on? "Face. Yes, sir. "He's ripe for inceration: he stands warm "In his ash fire." I would not, you should let 280 Any die now, if I might counsel, sir, For luck's sake to the rest. It is not good. Mam. He says right. Sur. Ay, are you bolted? Face. Nay, I know't, sir, I have seen th' ill fortune. What is some three ounces Of fresh materials? Mam. Is't no more. Face. No more, sir, Of gold, t'amalgame, with some six of mercury. Mam. How much? Sub. Give him nine pounds: you may give him ten. Sur. Yes. Twenty, and be cozened, do. Mam. There 'tis. Sub. This needs not. But that you will have it so, To see conclusions of all, "for two "O' four inferior works are at fixation. "A third is in ascension." Go your ways. 300 Have you set the oil of Luna in Kemia ? Sub. Son, be not hasty. I exalt our med'cine, By hanging him in balneo vaporoso, And giving him solution, then congeal him, So many times I add unto his virtue. Your brass, your pewter, and your andirons. Sub. Yes you may bring them too. We'll change all metals. Sur. I believe you in that. Mam. Then I may send my spits? Sub. Yes, and your racks. 320 Sur. And dripping-pans, and pot-hangers, and hooks Shall he not? Sub. If he please. Sur. To be an ass. Sub. How, sir! Mam. This gent'man you must bear withal! I told you, he had no faith. Sur. And little hope, sir; But much less charity, should I gull myself. Sub. Why, what have you observ'd sir, in our art, Seems so impossible? Sur. But your whole work, no more. That you should hatch gold in a furnace, sir, Sub. Sir, do you Believe that eggs are hatched so? Sur. If I should? Sub. Why I think that the greater miracle, Sur. That cannot be. The egg's ordain'd by Nature to that end, And is a chicken in potentia. 340 Sub. The same we say of lead, and other metals, Which would be gold, if they had time. Mam. And that Our art doth further. Sub. Ay, for 'twere absurd To think that nature in the earth bred gold Sur. Ay, what is that? Enter DOLL. Sub. Marry, we say God's precious-What do you mean? Go in, good lady, Let me entreat you.-Where's this varlet? Enter FACE. Face. Sir? Sub. You very knave! Do you use me thus? Sub. Go in, and see, you traitor. Go. [Exit Face. Mam. Who is it, sir? Sub. Nothing, sir. Nothing. Mam. What's the matter, good sir? 360 I have not seen you thus distemper'd? Who is't? Sub. Would she, sir? Follow me. Mam. Stay, Lungs. Face. I dare not, sir. Mam. How! Pray thee stay. Face. She's mad, sir, and sent hither Mam. Stay, man, what is she? Face. A lord's sister, sir. He'll be mad too. Mam. I warrant thee. Why sent hither? Face. Sir, to be cur'd. Sur. Why rascal ? [Exit Sub. [He goes out. Face. Lo you. Here, sir, Mam. 'Fore heaven, a bradamante, a brave piece, 381 Sur. Heart, this is a bawdy house! I'll be burnt else. Mam. Oh, by this light, no do not wrong him. He's Too scrupulous that way. It is his vice. No, he's a rare physician, do him right, An excellent Paracelsian, and has done Strange cure with mineral physick. He deals all Of Galen or his tedious recipes. Enter FACE. How now, Lungs ! Face. Softly, sir, speak softly. I meant To have told your worship all. This must not hear. So learnedly of genealogies, As you would run mad too, to hear her, sir. Mam. How might one do t'have conference with her, Lungs? 400 Face. Oh, divers have run mad upon the conference. I do not know, sir: I am sent in haste, To fetch a viol. Sur. Be not gull'd, sir Mammon. Mam. Wherein? Pray ye, be patient. Sur. Yes, as you are, [Exit. And trust confederate knaves, and bawds, and whores. Mam. You are too foul, believe it. Enter FACE. Come here, Ulen, one word. Face. I dare not, in good faith. |