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Mam. My Surly,
Face. Like a wench with child, sir,
Mam. Excellent witty, Lungs ! My only care is,
Face. No, sir? Buy
Mam. That's true.
Mam. No, good thatch:
Face. I have blown, sir,
Mam. And lastly,
Face. Yes, sir,
Mam. Where's master?
Face. At his prayers, sir : he,
Mam. Lungs, I will set a period
Face. Good, “ sir.
“ Mam. But do you hear ? “ I'll geld you, Lungs.
Face. Yes," sir.
Face. Both blood and spirit, sir.
stuff'd; Down is too hard.
i go (Is it arriv'd at ruby?) Where I spy A wealthy citizen, or a rich lawyer, Have a sublim'd pure wife, unto that fellow I'll send a thousand pounds, to be my cuckold.
Face. And shall I carry it?
Mam. No, I'll have no bawds,
Shall be the pure, and gravest of divines
look A little, how it heightens.
[Exit. Mam. Do. My shirts I'll have of taffata-sarsnet, soft and light As cob-webs, and for all my other raiment, It shall be such as might provoke the Persian, Were he to teach the world riot anew, My gloves of fishes and birds-skins, perfum'd With gums of Paradise, and eastern air
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,
Enter SUBTLE. Good-morrow, father.
Sub. Gentle son, good-morrow. 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 I'the just point: prevent your day, at morning, This argues something, worthy of a fear Of importune, and carnal appetite; Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leave you, With your ungoverned haste. I should be sorry To see my labours, now e'en at perfection, Got by long watching, and large patience, Not prosper, where my love and zeal hath placed them. Which in all my ends, 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 So great and catholic a bliss, be sure,
I but come,
A curse will follow, yea, and overtake
Mam. I know, sir.
Sur. Who is,
Sub. Well, son,
Face. [Within.] Anon, sir.
Sub. Look well to the register,
“ Face. Yes, sir.
“ Sub. Did you look “ O'the Bolt's head yet?
“ Face. Which, on D, sir ?
" Sub. Ay. “ What's the complexion ?
" Face. Whitish.
“ Sub. Infuse vinegar “ To draw his volatile substance, and his tinćture; “ And let the water in glass E. be filter’d, “ And put into the Gripe's egg.'
Lute him well; And leave him clos'd in balneo ;