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Mam. Where's master?
Face. At his prayers, sir : he,
Mam. Lungs, I will set a period
Face. Good, “ sir.
hear? “ I'll geld you, Lungs.
“ Face. Yes," sir.
Mam. For I do mean
Face. Both blood and spirit, sir.
Face. And shall I carry it?
Mam. No, I'll have no bawds,
Shall be the pure, and gravest of divines
Face. Sir, I'll go look
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,
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 yoll, 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,
180 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. Ay. " What's the complexion ?
“ Face. Whitish.
« Sub. Infuse vinegar " 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." Lute him well; And leave him clos'd in balneo ;
And bring me the complexion of glass B.
[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?
Mam. Oh, but
Mam. No, I assure you,
Enter FACE. " Sub. How now?
“ Face. Sir, please you, " Shall I not change the feltre ?
“ Sub. Marry, yes, “ And bring me the complexion of glass B. [Exit Face.
66 Mam. Have you another?
240 Your piety were firm, we would not want “ The means to glorify it. But I hope the best : " I mean to tinet C in sand-heat to-morrow, "! And give him imbition.