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“ Poetry, state, or bawdry (as I told you)
Face. And you must praise her house, remember that, And her nobility.
Mam. Let me alone;
“ Face. Why, this is yet
[Aside, and exit. “ Mam. Now, Epicure,
Heighten thyself, talk to her, all in gold; “ Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops “ Unto his Danae ; shew the god a miser, “ Compar'd with Mammon. What, the stone will do't. “ She shall feel gold, taste gold, hear gold, sleep gold; “ Nay, we will concumbere gold. I will be puissant, “ And mighty in my talk to her."
Enter Doc. Here she comes. Face. To him, Dol, suckle him. This is the noble
knight I told your ladyship.
Mam. Madam, with your pardon,
Dol. Sir, I were uncivil
Mam. I hope my lord your brother be in health, lady.
blood. Dol. Blood we boast none, sir; a poor baron's
daughter. Mam. Poor! and gat you ? Profane not. Had your father
“ Face. I'll in, and laugh."
distance. Mam. In no ill sense, sweet lady, but to ask How your fair graces pass
the hours? I see Yo’are lodg'd here i’ the house of a rare man, An excellent artist; but what's that to you?
Dol. Yes, sir, I study here the mathematics, And distillation,
Mam. Oh, I cry you pardon. He's a divine instructor.
Dol. Ay, and for his physick, sir
Mam. Above the art of Æsculapius,
80 Whole with these studies that contemplate nature.
Mam. It is a noble humour: but this form Was not intended to so dark a use.
muse, my lord your brother will permit it! You should spend half my land first, were I he. Does not this diamond look better on my finger Than i' the quarry?
Mam. Why, you are like it.
Dol. In chains of adamant ?
Mam. Yes, the strongest bands. And take a secret too: here, by your side, Doth stand, this hour, the happiest man in Europe.
Dol. You are contented, sir ?
Mam. Nay, in true being,
Dol. Say you so, sir Epicure?
Mam. Yes, and thou shalt prove it,
Dol. You mean no treason, sir?
I am the lord of the philosopher's stone,
Dol. How, sir! ha' you that?
Mam. I am the master 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 wish now ; let me hear it ; And it shall rain into thy lap, no shower, But foods of gold, whole cataracts, a deluge, To get a nation on thee.
Dol. “ I could well consent, sir, “ But in a monarchy, how will this be ? “ The prince will soon take notice, and both seize “ You and your stone, it being a wealth unfit “ For any private subject.
“ Mam. 'Tis no idle fear : “ We'll therefore go with all, my girl, and live “ In a free state, where we will eat our mullets “ Sous'd in high-country wines, sup pheasants eggs, “ And have our cockles boil'd in silver shells, “ Our shrimps to swim again, as when they liv'd, “ In a rare butter, made of dolphin's milk, “ Whose cream does look like opals: and with these " Delicate meats set ourselves high for pleasure, “ And take us down again, and then renew “ Our youth and strength, with drinking the elixir, “ And so enjoy a perpetuity of life and lust.”
Enter Face. Face. Sir, you're too loud, I hear you every word
Into the laboratory. Some fitter place;
Mam. Excellent! Lungs. There's for thee.
[Gives Money. Face. But do hear? Good sir, beware no mention of the Rabbins.
Mam. We think not on 'em. [Exit Mam. and Dol. Face. “Oh, it is well, sir.” Subtle !
Face. So I meant. What is she?
Sub. I know not.
Face. We'll draw lots, You'll stand to that ?
Sub. What else? To the door, man.
Face. You'll have the first kiss,'cause I am not ready, Sub. Yes, and perhaps hit you thro’ both the nostrils.
Enter KASTKIL and PLIANT. Face. Who would you speak with?