Jonson, Ben Prepared from 1612 Quarto (STC 14755) by Hugh Craig, D of English, U of Newcastle. OTA A-1433-A 1610 JonAlch1.1 BBeleeu it I will. AThy worst. I fart at thee. CHave you your wits? Why Gentlemen! for loue -- BSirah, I will strip you -- AWhat to do? licke figs AOut at my -- BRogue, Rogue, out of all your sleights. CNay, looke ye! Soueraigne, General, are you Madmen? AO, let the wild sheepe loose. I will gumme your silkes AWith good strong water, if you come. CWill you have CThe neighbours heare you? Will you betray all? CHearke, I heare some*body. BSrah. AI shall marre AAll that the Taylor has made; if you approach. BYou most notorious whelpe, you insolent slaue, BDare you do this? AYes faith, yes faith. BWhy! who BAm I, my Mungrill? Who am I? AI will tell you, ASince you know not your*selfe. BSpeake lower, Rogue. AYes. You were once (time is not long past) the good, AHonest, plaine, liuerie three-pound-Thrum; that kept AYour Maisters worships house, here, in the Friers, AFor the vacations. BWill you be so loud? ASince, by my meanes, translated Suburb-Captaine. BBy your meanes, Doctor Dog? AWithin mans memory, AAll this, I speake of. BWhy, I pray you, have I BBeen countenanc'd by you? or you, by me? BDo but collect, Sir where I met you first. AI do not heare well. BNot of this, I think it. BBut I shall put you in minde, Sir at Pie-Corner, BTaking your meale of steeme in, from Cookes stalls BWhere, like the Father of Hunger, you did walke BPiteously costiue with your pinch'd horne-nose, BAnd your complexion, of the Romane wash, BStuck full of blacke, and melancholique wormes, BLike poulder cornes, shot, at the Artillery-yard. AI wish, you could aduance your voice, a little. BWhen you went pinn'd up, in the seuerall ragges, BYou had rak'd, and pick'd from dunghils, before day, BYour feete in mouldy slippers, for your kibes, BA felt of rugg, and a thin thredden cloake, BThat scarce would couer your no-buttockes. ASo Sir. BWhen all your Alchemye, and your Algebra, BYour Mineralls, Vegetalls, and Animalls, BYour Coniuring, Cosning, and your dosen of Trades BCould not relieue your corps, with so much linnen BWould make you tinder, but to see a fire; BI gave you count'nance, credit for your Coales, BYour Stilles, your Glasses, your Materialls, BBuilt you a Fornace, drew you Customers, BAduanc'd all your blacke Arts; lent you, beside, BA house to practise in. AYour Masters house? BWhere you have studied the more thriuing skill BOf Bawdry, since. AYes, in your Masters house. AYou, and the Rats, here, kept possession. AMake it not strange, I know, you were one, could keepe AThe Buttry-hatch still lock'd, and saue the chippings, ASell the dole-beere to Aqua-vita*e men, AThe which, together with your Christmasse vailes, AAt Post, and Paire, your letting out of Counters, AMade you a pretty stocke some twenty markes, AAnd gaue you credit, to conuerse with cobwebs, AHere, since your Mistresse death hath broke up house. BYou might talke softlier, Raskall. ANo, you Scarabe, AI will thunder you, in peeces. I will teach you AHow to beware, to tempt a Fury' againe AThat carries tempest in his hand, and voyce. BThe Place has made you valiant. ANo, your Clothes. AThou Vermine have I tane thee, out of dung, ASo poore, so wretched, when no liuing thing AWould keepe thee company, but a Spider, or worse? ARaysd thee from broomes, and dust, and watring pots? ASublim'd thee, and exalted thee, and fix'd thee AIn the third region, the high state of grace? AWrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with paines AWould twise have wonne me the Philosophers worke? APut thee in words, and fashion? made thee fit AFor more then ordinary fellowships? AGiu'n thee thy othes, thy quarrelling dimensions? AThy rules, to cheate at horse-race, cock-pit, cardes, ADice, or what*euer gallant tincture, else? AMade thee a Second, in mine owne great Art? AAnd have I this for thanke? Do you rebell? ADo you flye out, in the proiection? AWould you be gone now? CGentlemen, what meane you? CWill you marre all? ASlaue, thou hadst had no Name, CWill you vndoe your*selues, with ciuill warre? ANeuer been knowne, past Equi Clibanum, AThe heate of horse-dung, vnder ground, in cellars, AOr an Ale-house, darker then deafe Iohn's: been lost ATo all mankinde, but Laundresses, and Tapsters, AHad not I been. CDo you know who heares you, Soueraigne? BSrah -- CNay Generall, I thought you were ciuill. BI shall turne desperate, if you grow thus loud. AAnd hang thyselfe, I care not. BHang thee, Colliar, BAnd all thy pots, and pans, in picture I will, BSince thou hast mou'd me. Co, this will ore throw all. BWrite thee up Baud, in Paules; have all thy trickes BOf cosning with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings, BSearching for things lost, with a siue, and sheeres, BErecting figures, in your rowes of Houses, BAnd taking in of shadowes, with a glasse, BTold in red letters: And a face, cut for thee, BWorse then Gamaliel Ratsey's, CAre you sound? CHave you your senses, Masters? BI will have BA Booke, but barely reckoning thy Impostures, BShall proue a true Philosophers stone, to Printers. AAway you Trencher-Raskall. BOut you Dog-leach, BThe vomit of all prisons -- CWill you be CYour owne destructions, Gentlemen? BStill spew'd out BFor lying too heauy on the basket. CCheater. BBawd. ACowherd. BCouniurer. ACutpurse. BWitch. CO me. CWe are ruin'd lost. Have you no more regard CTo your reputations? Where is your iudgement? Slight, CHave yet, some care of me, of your Republique. BAway this Brach. I will bring thee Rogue, within BThe Statute of Sorcerie, tricesimo tertio BOf Harry the eight: Aye and (perhaps) thy neck BWithin a noose, for laundring gold, and barbing. CYou will bring your head within a cocks-combe, will you? CAnd you Sir, with your Menstrue, gather it up. CS'death you abhominable payre of Stinkards CLeaue off your barking and grow one againe, COr, by the light that shines, I will cut your throates. CI will not be made a prey vnto the Marshall, CFor nere a snarling Dog-bolt of you both. CHave you together cossen'd all this while, CAnd all the world, and shall it now be said CYou have made most courteous shift, to cossen your*selues? CYou will accuse him? You will bring him in CWithin the Statute? Who shall take your word, CA whoresonne, upstart, Apocryphall Captayne, CWhom not a Puritane, in Black-Friers, will trust CSo much, as for a fether? And you, too, CWill give the cause, forsooth? You will insult, CAnd clayme a primacie, in the diuisions? CYou must be chiefe? as if you, onely, had CThe poulder to proiect with? and the worke CWere not begunne out of a*equalitie? CThe venter tripartite? All things in common? CWithout prioritie? S'death, you perpetuall Curres, CFall to your couples, againe, and cossen kindly, CAnd heartily, and louingly, as you should, CAnd loose not the beginning of a Terme, COr, by this hand, I shall grow factious too CAnd, take my part, and quit you. BIt is his fault, BHe euer murmures, and obiects his paines, BAnd sayes, the weight of all lies upon him. AWhy, so it does. CHow does it? Do not we CSustaine our parts? AYes, but they are not a*equall. CWhy, if your part exceede to*day, I hope COurs may, to*morrow, match it. AAye, they may. CMay, murmuring Mastiffe, Aye, and do. Gods will! CHelpe me to thrattell him. ADorothee, Mistresse Dorothee, AO'ds precious, I will do any*thing. What do you meane? CBecause of your Fermentation, and Cibation? ANot I, by heauen. CYour Sol and Luna: help me. AWould I were hang'd then. I will conforme my*selfe. CWill you Sir do so then, and quickly Sweare. AWhat should I sweare? CTo leaue your faction Sir. CAnd labour, kindly, in the commune worke. ALet me not breath, if I meant ought, beside. AI onely vs'd those speeches, as a spurre ATo him. CI hope we need no spurres Sir. Do we? BSlid, proue to*day, who shall sharke best. AAgreed. CYes, and worke close, and friendly. ASlight the knot AShall grow the stronger, for this breach, with me. CWhy so, my good Babounes! Shall we goe make CA sort of sober, sciruy, pra*ecise Neighbours, C(That scarse have smil'd twise, sin the King came in) CA feast of laughter, at our follies? Raskalls, CWould runne themselues from breath, to see me ride, COr you to have but a Hole, to thrust your heads in, CFor which you should pay Eare-rent. No, Agree. CAnd may Don Prouost ride a*feasting, long, CIn his old veluet ierken, and staynd scarfes, C(My noble Soueraigne, and worthy Generall) CEre we contribute a new cruell garter CTo this most worsted worship. ARoyal Dol! ASpoken like Claridiana, and thy*selfe. BFor which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, BAnd not be stil'd Dol common, but Dol proper, BDol singular: the longest cut, at night. BShall draw thee for his Dol particular. AWho is that? one rings. To the windo' Dol. Pray heau'n, AThe Master do not trouble us, this quarter. BO, feare not him. While there dies one, a weeke, BOf the plague, he is safe, from thinking, toward London. BBeside, he is busie at his hop-yardes, now, BI had a letter from him. If he do, BHe will find such word, for ayring of the house BAs you shall have sufficient time, to quit it. BThough we breake up a fortnight, it is no matter. AWho is it, Dol? CA fine yong Quodling. BO BMy Lawyers Clearke, I lighted on, last night, BIn Hol'bourne, at the Dagger. He would have B(I told you of him) a Familiar, BTo rifle with, at horses, and winne cuppes. CO, let him in. AStay. Who shall do it? BGet you BYour robes on. I will meete him, as going out. CAnd what shall I do? BNot be seene, away. BSeeme you very reseru'd. AInough. BGod be with you, Sir BI pray you, let him know that I was here. BHis name is Dapper. I would gladly have stayd, But -- JonAlch1.2 DCaptaine, I am here. BWho is that? He is come, I think, Doctor. BGood faith, Sir, I was going away. DIn truth, DI am very sory, Captayne. BBut I thought BSure, I should meet you. DI am very glad. DI had a sciruy Writ, or two, to make, DAnd I had lent my watch last night, to one DThat dines to*day, at the Shrieffs: and so was robd DOf my passe-time. Is this the Cunning-man? BThis is his worship. DIs he a Doctor? BYes. DAnd have you broke with him, Captaine? BAye CAnd how BFaith, he does make the matter, Sir so dainty, BI know not what to say. CNot so, good Captaine. BWould I were fayrely rid of it, beleeue me. DNay, now you grieue me Sir. Why should you wish so? DI dare assure you. I will not be vngratefull. BI cannot think you will, Sir. But the Lawe BIs such a thing -- And then he sayes, Reade's matter BFalling so lately. DReade? He was an Asse, DAnd dealt Sir with a Foole. BIt was a Clearke, Sir. DA Clearke? BNay, heare me, Sir you know the Law BBetter, I think. DI should Sir and the danger. DYou know I shew'd the Statute to you? BYou did so, DAnd will I tell, then? By this hand of flesh, DWould it might neuer wright good Court hand, more, DIf I discouer. What do you think of me, DThat I am a Chiause? BWhat is that? DThe Turke was, here. DAs one would say, Do you think I am a Turke? BI will tell the Doctor so, DDo, good sweet Captaine. BCome, noble Doctor, pray thee, let us preuaile, BThis is the Gentleman, and he is no Chiause. ACaptaine, I have return'd you all my answere. AI would do much Sir for your loue -- But this AI neither may, nor can. BTut, do not say so. BYou deale, now, with a noble fellow, Doctor, BOne that will thanke you, richly, and he is no Chiause: BLet that Sir moue you. APray you, forbeare. BHe has BFoure Angels, here. AYou do me wrong good Sir. BDoctor, wherein? To tempt you with these spirits? ATo tempt my art, and loue, Sir, to my perill. AFore heau'n, I scarse can think you are my friend, AThat so would draw me to apparant danger. BI draw you? A horse draw you, and a halter, BYou, and your Flies together. DNay, good Captaine. BThat know no difference of men. AGood words Sir BGood deeds, Sir Doctor Dogges-mouth. Slight I bring you BNo cheating Clim-o'the-Cloughs, or Claribels. BThat looke as bigge as fiue, and fifty, and flush, BAnd spit out secrets, like hot Custard. DCaptayne. BNor any melancholike vnder-Scribe, BShall tell the Vicar: but, a speciall Gentle, BThat is the Heire to forty markes, a yeare, BConsorts with the small Poets of the time, BIs the sole hope of his old Grand-Mother, BThat knowes the Law, and writes you sixe fayre Hands, BIs a fine Clearke, and has his Ciphring perfect, BWill take his oth, on the Greeke Testament, BIf need be, in his pocket: and can court BHis Mistresse, out of Ouid. DNay, deare Captayne. BDid you not tell me, so? DYes, but I would have you DVse Mr% Doctor, with some more respect. BHang him proud Stagg, with his broad veluet head. BBut, for your sake, I would choake ere I would change BAn article of breath, with such a Puck-fist. BCome let us be gone. APray you, let me speake with you. DHis worship calls you, Captayne. BI am sorry, BI e're imbarqu'd my*selfe, in such a busines. DNay good Sir He did call you. BWill he take, then? DFirst, heare me -- BNot a syllable, 'lesse you take. APray ye Sir Bupon no termes, but an Assumpsit. AYour Humor must be law. BWhy now Sir talke. BNow I dare heare you with mine honour. Speake. BSo may this Gentleman too. AWhy Sir BNo whispring, A'Fore Heau'n, you do not apprehend the losse AYou do your*selfe, in this. BWherein? For what? AMary, to be so importunate for one, AThat, when he has it, will vndoe you all: AHe will winne up all the money in the Towne. BHow! AYes. And blow up Gamster, after Gamster, AAs they do crackers, in a Puppit-play. AIf I do give him a Familiar, AGive you him all you play for; neuer set him: AFor he will have it. BYou are mistaken, Doctor. BWhy, he does aske one but for Cuppes, and Horses, BA rifling Fly: none of your great Familiars. DYes, Captayne, I would have it, for all games. AI told you so. B'Slight, that is a new businesse! BI vnderstood you, a tame Bird, to flye BTwise in a Terme, or so: on Friday nights, BWhen you had left the Office: for a Nagg, BOf forty, of fifty shillings. DAye it is true, Sir, DBut I do think, now, I shall leaue the Lawe, DAnd therefore. BWhy this changes quite the case! BDo you think, that I dare moue him? DIf you please, Sir, DAll is one to him, I see. BWhat? for that money? BI cannot with my Conscience. Nor should you BMake the request, me*thinkes. DNo, Sir, I meane DTo adde consideration. BWhy, then, Sir, BI will try. Say, that it were for all games, Doctor? AI say, then, not a mouth shall eate for him AAt any Ordinary, but on the Score, AThat is a gaming mouth, conceiue me. BIndeed! AHe will draw you all the treasure of the realme, AIf it be set him. BSpeake you this from art? AAye, Sir, and reason too; the ground of art. AHe is of the onely best complexion AThe Queene of Fairie loues. BWhat! is he! APeace. AHe will ouer-heare you. Sir, should she but see him -- BWhat? ADo not you tell him. BWill he win at cardes too? AThe Spirits of dead Holland, liuing Isaac, AYou would sweare, were in him: such a vigorous luck AAs cannot be resisted. Slight he will put ASixe of your Gallants, to a cloake, indeed. BA strange successe, that some man shall be borne to! AHe heares you, man. DSir, I will not be ingratefull. BFaith, I have a confidence in his good nature: BYou heare, he sayes he will not be ingratefull. AWhy, as you please, my venture followes yours. BTroth, do it Doctor. Think him trusty, and make him. BHe may make us both happy in an hower: BWinne some fiue thousand pound, and send us two of it. DBeleeue it, and I will, Sir. BAnd you shall, Sir. BYou have heard all? DNo, what was it? Nothing, I Sir. BNothing? DA little, Sir. BWell, a rare Starre BRaign'd at your birth. DAt mine Sir? No. BThe Doctor BSweares that you are -- ANay Captayn, You will tell all, now. BAllied to the Queene of Faerie. DWho? that I am? DBeleeue it, no such matter. BYes, and that BYou were borne with a Caule on your head. DWho sayes so? BCome. BYou know it well inough, though you dissemble it. DI*fac, I do not. You are mistaken. BHow! BSweare by your fac? and in a thing, so knowne BVnto the Doctor? How shall we, Sir, trust you BIn the other matter? Can we euer think, BWhen you have wonne fiue, or sixe thousand pound, BYou will send us shares in it, by this rate? DBy Gad, Sir, DI will winne ten thousand pound, and send you halfe. DI*fac is no othe. ANo, no, he did but iest. BGoe too. Goe, thanke the Doctor. He is your friend. BTo take it so. DI thanke his Worship. BSo? BAnother Angell. DMust I? BMust you? Slight, BWhat else is Thankes? Will you be triuiall? Doctor. BWhen must he come, for his Familiar? DShall I not have it with me? AO, good Sir, AThere must a world of ceremonies passe, AYou must be bath'd, and fumigated, first; ABesides, the Queene of Faerie does not rise, ATill it be noone. BNot, if she daunc'd, to*night. AAnd she must blesse it. BDid you neuer see BHer royall Grace, yet? DWhom? BYour Aunt of Faerie? ANot, since she kist him, in the cradle, Captayne, AI can resolue you that. BWell, see her Grace, BWhat*ere it cost you, for a thing that I know, BIt will be somewhat hard to compasse: But, BHow*euer, see her. You are made, beleeue it, BIf you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman, BAnd very rich, and if she take a phant'sye, BShe will do strange things. See her, at any hand. B'Slid, she may hap to leaue you all she has: BIt is the Doctors feare. DHow will it be done, then? BLet me alone take you no thought. Do you BBut say to me; Captayne, I will see her Grace. DCaptain, I will see her Grace. BInough. AWho is there? AAnone. (Conduct him forth, by the back way) ASir, against one a*Clock, prepare your*selfe. ATill when you must be fasting; onely, take AThree drops of vinegar, in, at your nose; ATwo at your mouth; and one, at eyther eare; AThen, bath your fingers endes; and, wash your eyes; ATo sharpen your fiue Senses; and, cry Hum, AThrise; and then Buz, as often; and then, Come. BCan you remember this? DI warrant you. BWell, then, away. It is, but your bestowing BSome twenty nobles, 'mong her Graces seruants; BAnd, put on a cleane shirt: You do not know BWhat grace her Grace may do you in cleane linnen. JonAlch1.3 ACome in. Good wiues, I pray you forbeare me, now. ATroth I can do you no good, till afternoone. AWhat is your name, say you, Abel Drugger? EYes, Sir. AA seller of Tobacco? EYes, Sir. A'Vmh. AFree of the Grocers? EAye, if it please you. AWell. AYour busines, Abel? EThis, if it please your worship, EI am a yong beginner, and am building EOf a new shop, if it like your worship; iust, EAt corner of a street: (Here is the plot of it.) EAnd I would know, by art, Sir, of your Worship, EWhich way I should make my dore, by Necromantie. EAnd, where my Shelues. And, which should be for Boxes, EAnd, which for Potts I would be glad to thriue, Sir. EAnd, I was wish'd to your Worship by a Gentleman, EOne Captaine Face, that says you know mens Planets, EAnd their good Angels, and their bad. AI do AIf I do see them. BWhat! my honest Abel? BThou art well met, here. ETroth, Sir, I was speaking, EIust, as your Worship came here, of your Worship. EI pray you, speake for me to Mr% Doctor. BHe shall do any*thing. Doctor, do you heare? BThis is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow, BHe lets me have good Tobacco, and he does not BSophisticate it, with Sack-lees, or Oyle, BNor washes it in Muscadell, and Graines, BNor buries it, in grauel, vnder ground, BWrap'd up in greasie leather, or piss'd cloutes: BBut keepes it in fine Lilly-pots, that open'd, BSmell like conserue of Roses, or French Beanes. BHe has his Maple block, his siluer tongs, BWinchester pipes, and fire of Iuniper. BA neate, spruce-honest-fellow, and no Goldsmith. AHe is a fortunate fellow, that I am sure of. BAlready, Sir, have you found it? Lo thee Able! AAnd, in right way to'ward riches. BSir. AThis ASummer. AHe will be of the Clothing of his company. AAnd, next spring, call'd to the Scarlet. Spend what he can. BWhat, and so little beard? ASir, you must think, AHe may have a receipt to make hayre come. ABut he will be wise, preserue his youth, and fine for it: AHis fortune lookes for him, another way. B'Slid, Doctor, how canst thou know this so soone? BI am amus'd, at that! ABy a rule, Captayne, AIn Metaposcopie, which I do worke by, AA certaine Starr in the forehead, which you see not. AYour Chest-nut, or your Oliue-colourd face ADoes neuer fayle: and your long Eare doth promise. AI knew it, by certaine spotts too, in his teeth, AAnd on the nayle of his Mercurial finger. BWhich finger is that? AHis little finger, Looke. AYou were borne upon a Wensday. EYes, indeed, Sir. AThe Thumbe, in Chiromantie, we give Venus; AThe Fore-finger to Ioue; the Midst, to Saturne; AThe Ring to Sol, the Least, to Mercurie: AWho was the Lord, Sir, of his Horoscope, AHis House of life being Libra. Which foreshew'd, AHe should be a Marchant, and should trade with Ballance. BWhy, this is strange! Is it not, honest Nab? AThere is a Ship now, comming from Ormu's, AThat shall yeeld him, such a Commoditie AOf Drugs. This is the West, and this the South? EYes, Sir. AAnd those are your two sides? EAye, Sir. AMake me your Dore, then, South; your broad side, West: AAnd, on the East-side of your shop, aloft, AWrite Mathlaj, Tarmiel, and Baraborat; Aupon the North-part, Rael, Velel, Thiel, AThey are the names of those Mercurian spirits, AThat do fright flyes from boxes. EYes, Sir, AAnd ABeneath your threshold, bury me a Loade-stone ATo draw in Gallants, that weare spurres: The rest, AThey will seeme to follow. BThat is a secret, Nab. AAnd, on your stall, a Puppet, with a vice, AAnd a Court-fucus, to call Citie-Dames. AYou shall deale much with Mineralls. ESir, I have, EAt home, already -- AAye, I know, you have Arsnike, AVitriol, Sal Tartre, Argaile, Alkaly, ACinoper. I know all. This fellow, Captayne, AWill come, in time, to be a great Distiller, AAnd give a say (I will not say directly, ABut very fayre) at the Philosophers stone. BWhy, how now Abel! Is this true? EGood Captayne, EWhat must I give? BNay, I will not counsell thee. BThou hearst, what wealth, he sayes, spend what thou canst, BThou art like to come to. EI would give him a Crowne. BA Crowne? And toward such a fortune? Hart, BThou shalt rather give him thy shop. No Gold about thee? EYes, I have a Portague, I have kept this halfe yeare. BOut on thee, Nab, 'Slight, there was such an offer, BShalt keepe it no longer, I will give it him for thee? BDoctor, Nab prayes your Worship, to drinke this, and sweares BHe will appeare more gratefull, as your skill BDoes raise him in the world. EI would intreat EAnother fauor of his Worship. BWhat is it, Nab? EBut, to looke ouer, Sir, my Almanack, EAnd crosse out my Ill-dayes, that I may neither EBargaine, nor trust upon them. BThat he shall, Nab. BLeaue it, it shall be done, 'gainst afternoone. AAnd a direction of his shelues. BNow, Nab? BArt thou well pleas'd, Nab? EThank, Sir, both your Worships. BAway. BWhy, now, you smoaky persecuter of Nature, BNow, do you see, that something is to be done, BBeside your Beech-coale, and your Cor'siue waters, BYour Crosse-lets, Crucibles, and Cucurbites? BYou must have stuffe, brought home to you, to worke on? BAnd, yet, you think, I am at no expense. BIn searching out these vaines, then following them, BThen trying them out. 'Fore God, my intelligence BCosts me more money, then my share oft comes too, BIn these rare workes. AYou are pleasant, Sir, How now? JonAlch1.4 BWhat says, my dainty Dolkin? CYonder Fish-wife CWill not away. And there is your Giantesse, CThe Baud of Lambeth. AHart, I cannot speake with them. CNot, afore night, I have told them, in a voice, CThorough the Trunke, like one of your Familiars. CBut I have spied Sir Epicure Mammon. AWhere? CComming along, at far end of the lane, CSlow of his feete, but earnest of his tongue, CTo one, that is with him. AFace, Goe you, and shift, ADol, you must presently make ready, too. CWhy, what is the matter? AO, I did looke for him AWith the sunnes rising. 'Meruaile, he could sleepe. AThis is the day, I am to perfect for him AThe Magisterium, our great worke, the Stone; AAnd yeeld it, made, into his hands: Of which, AHe has, this month, talk'd, as he were possess'd of it, AAnd, now, he is dealing peeces of it, away. AMe*thinkes, I see him, entring Ordinaries, ADispensing for the poxe; and Plaguy-houses, AReaching his dose; Walking More-fields for Lepers; AAnd offring Citizens Wiues Pomander Bracelets, AAs his preseruatiue, made of the Elixir; ASearching the Spittle, to make old Baudes yong; AAnd the High waies, for Beggars, to make rich. AI see no end of his labours. He will make ANature asham'd, of her long sleepe, when Art, AWho is but a Step-dame, shall do more, then she, AIn her best loue to Man-kinde, euer could. AIf his Dreame last, He will turne the Age, to Gold. JonAlch2.1 GCome on, Sir. Now, you set your foote, on Shore GIn Nouo Orbe; Here is the rich Peru: GAnd there within, Sir, are the golden Mines GGreat Salomon's Ophir. He was sayling to it GThree yeares, but we have reach'd it in ten Months. GThis is the day, wherein, to all my friends, GI will pronounce the happy word, Be rich. GThis day, you shall be Spectatissimi. GYou shall no more deale with the hollow Die, GOr the fraile Card. No more be at charge of keeping GThe Liuery-punke, for my yong Heyre, that must GSeale, at all howers, in his shirt. No more GIf he deny, have him beaten to it, as he is GThat brings him the commoditie. No more GShall thirst of satten, or the couetous hunger GOf veluet entrayles, for a rude-spun cloake, GTo be displayd at Madam Augusta's, make GThe sonnes of Sword, and Hazard fall before GThe golden Calfe, and on their knees, whole nights, GCommit Idolatry with Wine, and Trumpets GOr goe a*feasting, after Drum and Ensigne. GNo more of this. You shall start up yong Vice-roies, GAnd have your Punques, and Punquettees, my Surly. GAnd vnto thee, I speake it first, Be rich. GWhere is my Subtle, there? Within Hough? 002:01;022<'> WITHIN XSir. GHe will come to you, by and by. GThat is his Fire-drake, GHis Lungs, his Zephyrus, he that puffes his coales, GTill he firke Nature, up, in her owne center. GYou are not faithfull, Sir. This night, I will change GAll, that is mettall, in my house, to gold. GAnd, early in the morning, will I send GTo all the Plumbers, and the Peuterers, GAnd buy their Tinne, and Lead up: and to Lothbury, GFor all the copper. HWhat, and turne that too? GYes, and I will purchase Deuonshire, and Cornwaile, GAnd make them perfect Indies. You admire now? HNo faith. GBut when you see the effects of the great Gmedicine! GOf which one part proiected on a hundred GOf Mercurie, or Venus, or the Moone, GShall turne it, to as many of the Sunne; GNay, to a thousand, so ad Infinitum: GYou will beleeue me. HYes, I see it, I will. HBut, if my eyes do cossen me so (and I HGiuing them no occasion) sure, I will have HA Whore, shall pisse them out next day. GHa! Why? GDo you think, I fable with you? I assure you, GHe that has once the Flower of the Sunne, GThe perfect Ruby, which we call Elixir, GNot onely can do that, but by its vertue, GCan confer honour, loue, respect, long life, GGive safty, valure: yea, and victory, GTo whom he will. In eight, and twenty dayes, GI will make an Old man, of fourescore, a Childe. HNo doubt he is that already. GNay, I meane, GRestore his yeares, renew him, like an Eagle, GTo the fifth age; make him get Sonnes, and Daughters, GYong Giants; as our Philosophers have done G(The antient Patriarkes afore the flood) GBut taking, one a weeke, on a kniues point, GThe quantitie of a grayne of Mustard, of it: GBecome stout Marsses, and beget yong Cupids. HThe decay'd Vestall's of Pickt-hatch would thanke you, HThat keepe the fire a-liue, there. GIt is the secret GOf Nature, naturiz'd 'gainst all infections, GCures all diseases, comming of all causes, GA month's griefe, in a day; a yeares, in twelue: GAnd, of what age so*euer, in a month. GPast all the doses, of your drugging Doctors. GI will vndertake, withall, to fright the Plague GOut of the kingdome, in three months. HAnd I will HBe bound, the Players shall sing your praises, then, HWithout their Poets. GSir, I will do it. Meane time, GI will give away so much, vnto my man, GShall serue the whole Citie, with preseruatiue, GWeekely, each house his dose, and at the rate -- HAs he that built the Water-worke, does with water, GYou are incredulous. HFaith, I have a humor, HI would not willingly be gull'd. Your Stone HCannot transmute me. GPertinax, Surly, GWill you beleeue Antiquitie? Recordes? GI will shew you a Booke, where Moses, and his Sister, GAnd Salomon have written, of the Art; GAye, and a Treatise penn'd by Adam. HHow! GOn the Philosophers stone, and in high Dutch. HDid Adam write, Sir, in high Dutch? GHe did: GWhich proues it was the Primitiue tongue. HWhat Paper? GOn Cedar board. HO that, indeed (thy say) HWill last 'gainst wormes. GIt is like your Irish wood G'Gainst Cobwebs. I have a peece of Iasons fleece, too, GWhich was no other, then a Booke of Alchemie, GWrit in large sheepe-skin, a good fat Ram-Vellam. GSuch was Pythagora's thigh, Pandora's tub; GAnd, all that fable of Medeas charmes, GThe manner of our worke: The Bulls, our Fornace, GStill breathing fire; our Argent-viue, the Dragon: GThe Dragons teeth, Mercurie sublimate, GThat keepes the whitenesse, hardnesse and the biting; GAnd they are gather'd, into Iason's helme, G(The Alembeke) and then sow'd in Mars his field, GAnd, thence, sublim'd so often, till they are fix'd. GBoth this, the Hesperian Garden, Cadmus story, GIoue's shower, the boone of Midas, Argus eyes, GBoccace his Demogorgon, thousands more, GAll abstract Riddles of our Stone. How now? JonAlch2.2 GDo we succeed? Is our day come? and hold's it? BThe euening will set red, upon you, Sir, BYou have colour for it, crimson, the red Ferment BHas done his office. Three howers hence, prepare you BTo see proiection. GPertinax, my Surly, GAgaine, I say to thee, aloud: Be rich. GThis day, thou shalt have Ingots: and, to*morrow, GGive Lords the affront. Is it, my Zephyrus, right? GBlushes the Bolts-head? BLike a Wench with Child, Sir, BThat were, but now, discouer'd to her Master. GExcellent witty Lungs. My onely care is, GWhere to get stuffe, inough now, to proiect on GThis towne will not halfe serue me. BNo Sir? Take BThe couering off of Churches. GThat is true. BYes. BLet them stand bare, as do their Auditorie, BOr cap them, new, with Shingles. GNo, good Thatch. GThatch will lie light, upon the rafters Lungs, GLungs, I will manumit thee, from the Fornace; GI will restore thee thy complexion, Puffe, GLost in the embers; and repayre this brayne, GHurt with the fume of the Mettals. BI have blowne, Sir, BHard for your Worship; throwne by many a Coale, BWhen it was not Beech; weigh'd those I put in, iust, BTo keepe your heate, still euen; These bleard eyes BHave wak'd, to reade your seuerall colours, Sir, BOf the pale Citron, the greene Lion, the Crow, BThe Peacocks tayle, the plumed Swan. GAnd, lastly, GThou hast descried the Flower, the Sanguis Agni? BYes Sir. GWhere is Master? BAt his prayers, Sir, he, BGood man, he is doing his deuotions, BFor the successe. GLungs, I will set a period, GTo all thy labours: Thou shalt be, the Master GOf my Seraglia. BGood, Sir. GBut do you heare? GI will geld you Lungs. BYes, Sir. GFor I do meane GTo have a list of Wiues, and Concubines, GA*Equall with Salomon; who had the Stone GAlike, with me: and I will make me, a back GWith the Elixir, that shall be as tough GAs Hercules, to encounter fifty a night. GThou art sure, thou sawst it blood? BBoth bloud, and spirit, Sir. GI will have all my beds, blowne up; not stuft: GDowne is too hard. And then, mine Oual Roome, GFill'd with such pictures, as Tiberius tooke GFrom Elephantis: and dull Aretine GBut coldly imitated. Then, my Glasses, GCut in more subtill angles, to disperse, GAnd multiply the figures, as I walke GNaked betweene my Succuba*e. My mistes GI will have of perfume, vapor'd 'bout the roome, GTo loose our*selues in; and my bathes, like pittes GTo fall into: from whence, we will come forth, GAnd roule us dry in Gossamour, and Roses. GIs it ariu'd at Ruby? Where I spie GA wealthy Cittizen, or rich Lawyer, GHave a sublim'd pure Wife, vnto that fellow GI will send a thousand pound, to be my Cuckold. BAnd I shall carry it. GNo, I will have no baudes, GBut Fathers, and Mothers. And my flatterers, GShall be the best, and grauest of Diuines, GThat I can get for money. My mere fooles, GEloquent Burgesses, and then my Poets GThe same that writ so subtly of the Fart, GWhom I will entertaine, still, for that Subiect. GThe few, that would give out themselues, to be GCourt, and Towne Stallions, and, each where, belye GLadies, who are knowne most innocent, for them; GThose will I begge, to make me Eunuchs of: GAnd they shall fanne me, with ten Estrich Tayles GA*Piece, made in a plume, to gather winde. GWe will be braue, Puffe, now we have the Med'cine. GMy Meate, shall all come in, in Indian shells, GDishes of Agat, set in Gold, and studded GWith Emeralds, Saphires, Hjacinths, and Rubies. GThe tongues of Carpes, Dormise, and Camels heeles, GBoy'ld in the spirit of Sol, and dissolu'd Pearle, G(Apicius diet, 'gainst the Epilepsie) GAnd I will eate these broaths, with spoones of Amber, GHeaded with Diamant, and Carbuncle. GMy foote-Boy shall eate Phesants, caluerd Salmons, GKnots, Godwits, Lamprey's: I my*selfe will have GThe beards of Barbels, seru'd, in*stead of sallades; GOyld Mushromes; and the swelling vnctuous papps GOf a fat pregnant Sow, newly cut off, GDrest with an exquisite, and poynant sauce; GFor which, I will say vnto my Cooke. There is gold, GGoe forth, and be a Knight. BSir, I will goe looke BA little, how it heightens. GDo. My Shirts GI will have of Taffata-sarsnet, soft, and light GAs Cobwebs; and for all my other rayment GIt shall be such, as might prouoke the Persian: GWere he to teach the world riot, a*new. GMy Gloues of Fishes, and Birds-skinnes, perfum'd GWith gummes of Paradise, and Easterne ayre -- HAnd do you think to have the Stone, with this? GNo, I do think to have all this, with the Stone. HWhy, I have heard, he must be Homo frugi, HA pious, holy, and religious man, HOne free from mortall sinne, a very Virgin. GThat makes it, Sir, he is so. But I buy it. GMy venter brings it me. He, honest wretch, GA notable, superstitious, good soule, GHas worne his knees bare, and his slippers bald, GWith prayer, and fasting for it: And Sir, let him GDo it alone, for me, still. Here he comes, GNot a prophane word, afore him: It is poyson. JonAlch2.3 GGood morrow, Father. AGentle Sonne, good morrow, AAnd, to your friend, there. What is he, is with you? GAn Heretique, that I did bring along, GIn hope, Sir, to conuert him. ASonne, I doubt AYou are couetous, that thus you meete your time AIn the iust point: preuent your day, at morning. AThis argues something, worthy of a feare AOf importune, and carnall appetite. ATake heed, you do not cause the blessing leaue you, AWith your ungouern'd hast. I should be sorry, ATo see my labours, now, eene at perfection, AGot by long watching, and large patience, ANot prosper, where my Loue, and Zeale hath plac'd them. AWhich (heauen I call to witnesse, with your*selfe, ATo whom, I have pour'd my thoughts) in all my endes, AHave look'd no way, but vnto publique good, ATo pious vses, and deare Charitie ANo growne a prodigie with me. Wherein AIf you, my Sonne, should, now, pra*euaricate, AAnd, to your owne particular lusts, employ ASo great, and catholique a blisse; Be sure, AA curse will follow, yea, and ouertake AYour subtle, and most secret wayes. GI know, Sir, GYou shall not need to feare me. I but come, GTo have you confute this Gentleman. AWho is, AIndeed, Sir, somewhat caustiue of beleefe AToward your Stone. Would not be gull'd. GWell, Sonne, GAll that I can conuince him in, is this, GThe Worke is done: Bright Sol is in his robe. GWe have a med'cine of the triple Soule, GThe glorified spirit. Thankes be to heauen, GAnd make us worthy of it. Vlenspiegle. BAnone Sir. ALooke well to the Register, AAnd let your heate, still, lessen by degrees ATo the Aludels. BYes Sir. ADid you looke AOn the Bolts-head yet? BWhich on D% Sir? AAye. AWhat is the complexion? BWhitish. AInfuse vinegar, ATo draw his volatile substance, and his tincture: AAnd let the water in Glasse E% be feltred, AAnd put into the Gripes egge. Lute him, well; AAnd leaue him clos'd in Balneo. BI will, Sir. HWhat a braue language here is? next to Canting? AI have another worke, you neuer saw, Sonne, AThat, three dayes since, past the Philosophers wheele, AIn the lent heate of Athanor; and is become ASulphur of nature. GBut it is for me? AWhat need Ayou? AYou have inough, in that is, perfect. GO, but -- AWhy this is Couetise! GNo, I assure you, GI shall employ it all, in pious vses, GFounding of Colleges, and Grammar Schooles, GMarrying yong Virgins, building Hospitals, GAnd now, and then a Church. AHow now. BSir please you BShall I not change the feltre? AMary, yes. AAnd bring me the complexion of Glasse B. GHave you another? AYes Sonne, were I assur'd AYour piety were firme, we would not want AThe meanes to glorifie it. But I hope the best: AI meane to tinct C% in sand-heate, to*morrow, AAnd give him imbibition. GOf white oyle? ANo Sir of red. F% is come ouer the helme too, AI thanke my Maker, in S% Maries bath, AAnd shewes Lac Virginis. Blessed be heauen. AI sent you of his fa*eces there, calcin'd. AOut of that calx, I have wonne the salt of Mercurie. GBy pouring on your rectefied water? AYes, and reuerberating in Athanor. AHow now? What colour sayes it? BThe Ground black, Sir. GThat is your Crowes head. HYour Cockscomb's, is it not? ANo, It is not perfect, would it were the Crow. AThat worke wants something. HO, I look'd for this. HThe hay is a*pitching. AAre you sure, you loos'd them AIn their owne menstrue? BYes, Sir, and then married them, BAnd put them in a Bolts-head, nipp'd to digestion, BAccording as you bad me; when I set BThe liquor of Mars to circulation, BIn the same heate. AThe processe, then, was right. BYes, by the token, Sir, the Retort brake, BAnd what was sau'd, was put into the Pellicane, BAnd sign'd with Hermes seale. AI think it was so. AWe should have a new Amalgama. GO, this Ferret GIs ranke as any Pole-cat. ABut I care not. ALet him e'ene dy; we have enough, beside, AIn Embrion. H% has his white shirt on? BYes, Sir, BHe is ripe for inceration; He stands warme, BIn his ash-fire. I would not, you should let BAny dye now, if I might councell Sir, BFor lucks sake to the rest. It is not good. GHe sayes right. HAye, are you bolted? BNay, BI know it Sir, BI have seene the ill fortune. What is some three Ounces BOf fresh materials? GIs it no more? BNo more, Sir, BOf Gold, to amalgame, with some fixe of Mercurie. GAway, here is Money. What will serue. BAske him, Sir. GHow much? AGive him nine pound, you may Agive him ten. HYes twenty, and be cossend, Do. GThere it is. AThis needs not. But that you will have it, so, ATo see conclusions of all. For two AOf our inferiour workes, are at fixation. AA third is in Ascension. Goe your wayes, AHave you set the Oyle of Luna in Kemia? BYes, Sir. AAnd the Philosophers vinegar? BAye. HWe shall have a sallad. GWhen do you make proiection? ASonne, be not hasty, I exalt our Med'cine, ABy hanging him in Balneo Vaporoso; AAnd giuing him solution; then congeale him; AFor looke, how oft I iterate the worke, ASo many times, I adde vnto his vertue. AAs, if at first, one Ounce conuert a hundred, AAfter his second loose, he will turne a thousand; AHis third solution, ten: his fourth a hundred. AAfter his fifth, a thousand thousand Ounces AOf any imperfect mettall, into pure ASiluer, or Gold, in all examinations, AAs good, as any of the naturall Mine. AGet you your stuffe here, against afternoone, AYour Brasse, your Pewter, and your Andirons. GNot those of iron? AYes. You may bring them, too. AWe will change all mettall's. HI beleeue you, in that. GThen I may send my Spitts? AYes, and your Racks. HAnd Dripping-pannes, and Pot-hangers, and Hookes? HShall he not? AIf he please. HTo be an Asse. AHow Sir! GThis Gent'man, you must beare withall. GI told you, he had no faith. HAnd little hope, Sir, HBut, much lesse charitie, should I gull my*selfe. AWhy what have you obseru'd, Sir, in our Art, ASeemes so impossible? HBut your whole worke, no more. HThat, you should hatch gold in a Fornace, Sir, HAs they do egges in Egypt. ASir, do you ABeleeue that egges are hatch'd so? HIf I should? AWhy, I think that the greater Miracle. ANo Egge, but differs from a Chicken, more, AThen Mettalls in themselues. HThat cannot be. HThe Egg is ordain'd by Nature, to that end: HAnd is a Chicken, in Potentia. AThe same we say of Lead, and other Mettalls, AWhich would be Gold, if they had time. GAnd that GOur Art doth furder. AAye, for it were absurd ATo think that Nature, in the earth, bred Gold APerfect in the instant. Something went before. AThere must be remote Matter. HAye, what is that? AMary, we say. GAye, now it heates, stand Father. GPound him to Dust. AIt is, of the one part, AA humide exhalation, which we call AMateria liquida, or the Vnctuous Water; AOn the other part, a certaine crasse, and viscous APortion of earth; both which, concorporate, ADo make the elementary matter of Gold: AWhich is not, yet, propria materia, ABut commune to all Mettalls, and all Stones. AFor, where it is forsaken of that moysture, AAnd hath more drynesse, it becomes a Stone; AWhere it retaines more of the humid fatnesse, AIt turnes to Sulphur, or to Quick-siluer: AWho are the Parents of all other Mettals. ANor can this remote Matter, sodainly, AProgresse so from extreme, vnto extreme, AAs to grow Gold, and leape ore all the meanes. ANature doth, first, beget the imperfect; then AProceedes she to the perfect. Of that ayrye, AAnd oyly water, Mercury is engendred; ASulphure of the fat, and earthy part; the one A(Which is the last) supplying the place of Male, AThe other of the Female, in all Mettalls. ASome do beleeue Hermaphrodeitie, AThat both do act, and suffer. But these two AMake the rest ductile, malleable, extensiue. AAnd, euen in Gold, they are; for we do finde ASeedes of them, by our fire, and Gold in them. AAnd can produce the species of each mettall AMore perfect thence, then Nature doth in earth. ABeside, who doth not see, in dayly practise, AArt can beget Bees, Hornets, Beetles, Waspes, AOut of the Carcasses, and dung of Creatures; AYea, Scorpions, of an herbe, being ritely plac'd, AAnd these are liuing Creatures, far more perfect, AAnd excellent, then Mettall. GWell said, Father! GNay, if he take you in hand, Sir, with an argument, GHe will bray you in a Morter. HPray you, Sir, stay. HRather, then I will be bray'd, Sir, I will beleeue, HThat Alchemie is a pretty kinde of Game, HSomewhat like Tricks of the Cards, to cheat a man, HWith charming. ASir? HWhat else are all your Termes, HWhereon no one of your Writers grees with other? HOf your Elixir, your Lac virginis, HYour Stone, your Med'cine, and your Chrysosperme, HYour Sal, your Sulphur, and your Mercurie, HYour Oyle of height, your Tree of life, your Blood, Hyour Marchesite, your Tutie, your Magnesia, HYour Toade, your Crow, your Dragon, and your Panthar, HYour Sunne, your Moone, your Firmament, your Adrop, HYour Lato, Azoch, Zernich, Chibrit, Heautarit, HAnd your Red man, and your white woman; HWith all your Broathes, your Menstrues, and Materialls, HOf Pisse, and Egge-shells, Womens termes, Mans blood, HHayre of the head, burnt Cloutes, Chalke, Merds, and Clay, HPoulder of bones, scalings of Iron, glasse, HAnd worlds of other strange Ingredients, HWould burst a man to name. AAnd all these, nam'd, AIntending but one thing: which art our Writers AVs'd to obscure their Art. GSir, so I told him. GBecause the simple Idiot should not learne it, GAnd make it vulgar. AWas not all the knowledge AOf the A*Egyptians writ in mystick Symboles? ASpeake not the Scriptures oft in Parables? AAre not the choysest Fables of the Poets, AThat were the Fountaines, and first Springs of Wisedome, AWrapt in perplexed Allegories? GI vrg'd that. GAnd clear'd to him, that Sisiphus was damn'd GTo roule the ceaslesse stone, onely, because GHe would have made ours common. Who is this? AGod's precious -- What do you meane? Goe in, good ALady; 002:03;034<'> DOL is seene. ALet me entreat you. Where is this Varlet? BSir? AYou very knaue. Do you vse me, thus? BWherein BSir? AGoe in, and see, you traytor. Goe. GWho is it, Sir? ANothing Sir. Nothing. GWhat is the matter? Good Sir! GI have not seene you thus distemp'red. Who is it? AAll Artes have still had, Sir, their aduersaries, ABut ours the most ignorant. What now? BIt was not my fault, Sir, she would speake with you. AWould she Sir? Follow me. GStay Lungs. BI dare Bnot Sir. GSay man, what is she? BA Lords Sister, Sir. GHow! Pray thee stay? BShe is mad Sir, and sent hether -- B(He will be mad too. GI warrant thee.) Why sent hether? BSir, to be cur'd. AWhy Raskall! BLoe you. Here Sir. G'Fore-God, a Bradamante, a braue piece! HHart, this is a baudy-House. I will be burnt else. GO, by this light, no. Do not wrong him. He is GToo scrupulous, that way: It is his vice. GNo, he is a rare Phisition, do him right. GAn excellent Paracelsian! and has done GStrange cures with minerall phisick. He deales all GWith spirits, he. He will not heare a Word GOf Galen, or his tedious Recipee's. GHow now, Lungs! BSoftly, Sir, speake softly. I meant BTo have told your Worship all. This must not heare, GNo, he will not be gull'd; let him alone. BYou are very right. Sir, she is a most rare schollar: BAnd is gone mad, with studying Broughtons workes. BIf you but name a word, touching the Hebrew, BShe falls into her fit, and will discourse BSo learnedly of Genealogies, BAs you would runne mad, too, to heare her, Sir, GHow might one do to have conference with her, Lungs? BO, diuers have runne made upon the Conference. BI do not know, Sir: I am sent in hast, BTo fetch a Viale. HBe not gull'd, Sir Mammon. GWherein? 'Pray ye, be patient. HYes, as you are. HAnd trust confederate Knaues, and Baudes, and Whores. GYou are too foule, beleeue it. Come here, Zephyrus. GOne word. BI dare not, in good faith. GStay, Knaue. BHe is extreme angry, that you saw her, Sir. GDrinke that. What is she, when she is out of her fit? BO the most affablest Creature, Sir! so mery! BSo pleasant! she will mount you up, like quick-siluer, BOuer the helme; and circulate, like oyle; BA very Vegetall: discourse of State, BOf Mathematiques, Baudry, any*thing -- GIs she no way accessible? no meanes, GNo trick, to give a man a tast of her -- GWit? or so? BI will come to you againe, Sir. GSurly, I did not think, one of your breeding GWould traduce personages of worth. HSir Epicure, HYour friend to vse. Yet, still, loth to be gull'd. HI do not like your Philosophicall baudes. HTheir Stone is lechery inough, to pay for, HWithout this bayte. G'Hart you abuse your*selfe. GI know the Lady, and her friends and meanes, GThe originall of this disaster. Her Brother GHas told me all. HAnd yet, you ne're saw her HTill now? GO yes, but I forgot. I have (beleeue it) GOne of the treacherou'st memories, I do think, GOf all mankinde. AWhat call you her Brother? GMy GLord -- GHe will not have his name knowne, now I think of it. HA very trecherous memory. GO' my faith -- HTut if you have it not about you passe it, HTill we meete next. GNay, by this hand, it is true. GHe is one I honour, and my noble friend, GAnd I respect his House. HHart! Can it be, HThat a graue Sir, a rich, that has no need, HA wise Sir, too, at other times, should thus HWith his owne oathes, and arguments, make hard meanes HTo gull himselfe? And, this be your Elixir, HYour Lapis Mineralis, and your Lunarie; HGive me your honest trick, yet, at Primero, HOr Gleeke; and take your Lutum sapientis, HYour Menstruum simplex: I will have Gold, before you, HAnd, with lesse danger of the Quick-siluer; HOr the hot Sulphur. BHere is one from Captain Face, Sir, BDesires you meete him in the Temple-Church, BSome halfe houre hence, and upon earnest busines. BSir, if you please to quit us, now; and come, BAgaine, within two howers: You shall have BMy Master busie examining of the workes, BAnd I will steale you in, vnto the party; BThat you may see her Conuerse. Sir, Shall I say, BYou will meete the Captaines Worship? HSir, I will. HBut, by Attorney, and to a second purpose. HNow, I am sure, it is a Bawdy-house; HI will sweare it, were the Marshall here, to thanke me. HThe naming this Commander, doth confirme it. HDon Face! Why, he is the most autentique dealer HIn these Commodities! The Superintendent HTo all the queinter Traffiquers, in towne. HHe is their Visiter, and does appoint HWho lies with whom; and at what hower; what price; HWhich gowne; and in what smock; what fall; what tire. HHim will I proue, by a third person, to finde HThe subtilties of this darke Labyrinth: HWhich, if I do discouer, deare, Sir Mammon, HYou will give your poore Friend leaue, though no Philosopher, HTo laugh: for you that are, it is thought, shall weepe. BSir. He does pray, you will not forget. HI will not, Sir. HSir Epicure, I shall leaue you. GI follow you, streight. BBut do so, good Sir, to auoide suspicion. BThis Gent'man has a par'lous head. GBut wilt thou GBe constant to thy promise? BAs my life, Sir. GAnd wilt thou insinuate what I am? and praise me? GAnd say I am a Noble fellow? BO what else, Sir? BAnd, that you will make her royall, with the Stone, BAn Empresse; and your*self King of Bantam. GWilt thou do this? BWill I Sir? GLungs, Gmy Lungs, GI loue thee. BSend your stuffe Sir, that my Master BMay busie himselfe, about proiection. GThou hast witch'd me, Rogue: Take, Goe. BYour Iack Band all Sir. GThou art a Villaine -- I will send my Iack; GAnd the weights too. Slaue, I could bite thine eare. GAway, thou doest not care for me. BNot I Sir? GCome, I was borne to make thee, my good Weasell; GSet thee on a bench: and, have thee twirle a Chaine GWith the best Lord Vermine, of them all. BAway Sir. GA Count, nay a Count-Palatine -- BGood Sir, goe. GShall not aduance thee, better; no, nor faster. JonAlch2.4 AHas he bitt? Has he bit? BAnd swallow'd too, my Subtle. BI have giu'n him line, and now he playes, I*faith. AAnd shall we twitch him? BThorough both the gills. BA Wench is a rare bayt, with which a Man BNo sooner is taken, but he straight firkes mad. ADol, my Lord Whachums Sister, you must now ABeare yourselfe statelich. CO, let me alone. CI will not forget my race, I warrant you. CI will keep my distance, laugh, and talke about; CHave all the trickes of a proud sciruy Lady: CAnd be as rude as her woman. BWell said, sanguine. ABut will he send his Andirons? BHis Iack too; BAnd his iron Shooing-horne. I have spoke to him. Well, BI must not loose my wary Gamster, yonder. AO Monsieur Caution, that will not be gull'd? BAye, if I can strike hooke into him, now, BThe Temple-Church, there I have cast mine angle. BWell, pray for me. I will about it. AWhat, more Gudgeons! ADol, scout, scout; stay Face, you must goe to the dore. A'Pray God, it be my Anabaptist. Who is it Dol? CI know him not. He lookes like a Gold-end man. AGods son! it is he, he said he would send. What call you him? AThe sanctified Elder, that should deale AFor Mammons, Iack, and Andirons! Let him in. AStay, help me off, first, with my gowne. Away AMa-dame, to your withdrawing Chamber. Now, AIn a new tune, new gesture, but old language. AThis fellow is sent, from one negotiates with me AAbout the stone, too; for the holy Brethren AOf Amstredam; the exil'd Saints: that hope ATo raise their discipline, by it. I must vse him AIn some strange fashion, now, to make him admire me. JonAlch2.5 AWhere is my Drudge? BSir. ATake away the ARecipient. AAnd rectifie your Menstrue, from the Phlegma. AThen poure it, on the Sol, in the Cucurbite, AAnd let them macerate, together. BYes, Sir. BAnd saue the ground? ANo. Terra damnata AMust not have entrance, in the worke. Who are you? JA faithfull Brother, if it please you. AWhat is that? AA Lullianist? a Ripley? Filius artis? ACan you sublime, and dulcefie, salcine? AKnow you the sapor pontick? sapor stipstick? AOr, what is Homogene, or Heterogene? JI vnderstand no Heathen language, truely. AHeathen, you Knipper-doling? Is Ars sacra, AOr Chrysopo*eia, or Spagirica, AOr the Pamphysick, or Panarchick knowledge, AA Heathen language? JHeathen Greeke, I take it. AHow? Heathen Greeke? JAll is Heathen, but the Hebrew. AS'rah, my Varlet, stand you forth, and speake to him ALike a Philosopher: Answere, in the language. AName the vexations, and the Martyrizations AOf Mettalls, in the Worke. BSir, Putrefaction, BSolution, Ablution, Sublimation, BCobobation, Calcination, Ceration, and BFixation. AThis is Heathen Greeke, to you, now? AAnd when comes Viuification? BAfter Mortification. AWhat is Cohobation? BIt is the powring on BYour Aqua Regis, and then drawing him off, BTo the trine circle of the seuen spheares. AWhat is the proper passion of Mettalls? BMalleation. AWhat is your Vltimum supplicium auri? BAntimonium. AThis is Heathen Greek, to you? And, what is your Mercury? BA very Fugitiue, he will be gone, Sir. AHow know you him? BBy his viscositie, BHis oleositie, and his suscitabilitie. AHow do you sublime him? BWith the calce of Egge-shels, BWhite Marble, Talck, AYour Magisterium, now? AWhat is that? BShifting, Sir, your elements, BDry into cold, cold into moyst, moist into Bhot, hot into dry. AThis is Heathen Greeke to you, still? AYour Lapis Philosophicus? BIt is a Stone, and not BA Stone, a spirit, a soule, and a body; BWhich, if you do dissolue, it is dissolu'd, BIf you coagulate, it is coagulated, BIf you make it to flye, it flyeth. AInough. AThis is Heathen Greeke, to you? What are you Sir. JPlease you, a Seruant of the exilde Brethren, JThat deale with Widdowes, and with Orphanes goods; JAnd make a iust account, vnto the Saints: JA Deacon. AO, you are sent from Mr% Wholsome, AYour Teacher? JFrom Tribulation Wholsome, JOur very zealous Pastor. AGood. I have ASome Orphanes goods to come here. JOf what kind, Sir? APeuter, and Brasse, Andirons, and Kitchin ware, AMettalls, that we must vse our med'cine on: AWherein the Brethren may have a penn'orth. AFor ready money. JWere the Orphanes Parents JSincere professors? AWhy do you aske? JBecause JWe then are to deale iustly, and give (in truth) JTheir vtmost valew. A'Slid, you would cossen, else, AAnd, if their Parents were not of the Faithfull? AI will not trust you, now I think of it, ATill I have talk'd with your Pastor. Have you brought money ATo buy more Coales? JNo surely. ANo? How so? JThe Brethren bid me say vnto you, Sir. JSurely, they will not venter any more, JTill they may see proiection. AHow! JYou have had, JFor the Instruments, as bricks, and lome, and glasses, JAlready thirty pound; and, for Materialls, JThey say, some ninety more: And, they have heard, since, JThat one, at Hiedelberg, made it, of an Egge JAnd a small paper of Pinne-dust. AWhat is your name? JMy name is Ananias. AOut, the Varlet AThat cossend the Apostles! Hence, away, AFlee Mischiefe; had your holy Consistory ANo name to send me, of another sound; AThen wicked Ananias? Send your Elders, AHither, to make atonement for you, quickly, AAnd give me satisfaction; or out goes AThe fire: and downe the Alembekes, and the Fornace. APiger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch, ABoth Sericon, and Bufo, shall be lost, ATell them. All hope of rooting out the Bishops, AOr the Antichristian Hierarchie shall perish, AIf they stay threescore minutes. The Aqueitie. ATerreity, and Sulphureitie AShall runne together againe, and all be annull'd AThou wicked Ananias. This will fetch them, AAnd make them hast towards their gulling more. AA man must deale like a rough Nurse, and fright AThose, that are froward, to an appetite. JonAlch2.6 BHe is busie with his spirits, but we will upon him. AHow now! What Mates? What Baiards have we here? BI told you he would be furious. Sir, Here is Nab, BHas brought you another peece of Gold, to looke on: B(We must appease him. Give it me) and prayes you BYou would deuise (what is it Nab?) EA signe, Sir. BAye, a good lucky one, a thriuing Signe, Doctor. AI was deuising now. B'Slight, do not say so, BHe will repent he gave you any more. BWhat say you to his Constellation, Doctor? BThe Ballance? ANo, that way is stale, and Common. AA Townes Man, borne in Taurus, giues the Bull; AOr the Bulls-head: In Aries, the Ram. AA poore deuise. No. I will have his Name AForm'd in some mystick character; whose radij, AStriking the senses of the passers*by, AShall, by a virtuall influence, breed affections, AThat may result upon the party ownes it: AAs thus -- BNab. AHe first shall have a Bell, That is Abell; AAnd, by it, standing one, whose name is Dee, AIn a rugg Gowne; There is D% and Rug, that is Drug: AAnd, right anenst him, a Dog snarling Er; AThere is Drugger, Abel Drugger. That is his signe. AAnd here is now Mystery, and Hieroglyphick. AAbell, thou art made. ESir, I do thanke his Worship. BSixe of thy legges more, will not do it, Nab. BHe has brought you a pipe of Tobacco, Doctor. EYes, Sir. EI have another thing, I would impart -- BOut with it Nab. ESir, there is lodg'd hard by me EA rich yong Widdow. BGood! a Bona roba? EBut nineteene, at the most. BVery good, Abel. EMary she is not in fashion, yet; she weares EA hood: but it stands a cop. BNo matter Abel. EAnd, I do, now and then give her a fucus, BWhat doest thou deale, Nab? AI did tell you, Captaine, EAnd physick too sometime, Sir, for which she trusts me EWith all her minde. She is come up here, of purpose ETo learne the fashion. BGood, His match too! on Nab. EAnd she does strangely long to know her fortune. BGods lid, Nab! Send her to the Doctor, hether. EYes, I have spoke to her of his Worship, already: EBut she is afrayd, it will be blowne abroad EAnd hurt her Marriage. BHurt it? It is the way BTo heale it, if it were hurt; to make it more BFollow'd and sought: Nab, thou shalt tell her this. BShe will be more knowne, more talk'd of, and your Widowes BAre ne'er of any price till they be famous; BTheir Honour is their multitude of Sutors. BSend her, it may be thy good fortune. What? BThou dost not know. ENo, Sir, she will neuer mary EVnder a Knight. Her brother has made a Vow. BWhat, and dost thou despayre, my little Nab, BKnowing, what the Doctor has set downe for thee, BAnd seeing so many, of the Citie, dub'd? BOne Glasse of thy water, with a Madame I know BWill have it done Nab. What is her brother? a Knight? ENo, Sir, A Gentleman, newly, warme in his land, Sir, EScarse cold in his one and twenty; that does gouerne EHis Sister, here: and is a Man himselfe EOf some three thousand a yeere, and is come up ETo learne to quarrell, and to liue by his wittes, EAnd will goe downe againe, and dye in the Countrey. BHow! to quarrell? EYes, Sir, to carry Quarrells, EAs Gallants do, and manage them, by line. B'Slid Nab. The Doctor is the onely man BIn Christendome for him. He has made a Table, BWith Mathematicall demonstrations, BTouching the Art of Quarrells. He will give him BAn Instrument to quarrell by. Goe, bring them, both; BHim, and his Sister. And, for thee, with her BThe Doctor happ'ly may perswade. Goe to. BShalt give his Worship, a new Damaske suite Bupon the premisses. AO good Captaine. BHe shall, BHe is the honestest fellow, Doctor. Say not, BNo offers, bring the Damaske, and the Parties. EI will try my power, Sir. BAnd thy will too, Nab. AIt is good Tobacco this! What is it an ounce? BHe will send you a pound, Doctor. AO, no: BHe Bwill do it. BIt is the gooddest soule. Abell about it. B(Thou shalt know more anone. Away, be gone.) BA miserable Rogue, and liues with Cheese, BAnd has the wormes. That was the cause indeed BWhy he came now. He dealt with me, in priuate, BTo get a med'cine for them. AAnd shall, Sir. This workes. BA wife, a wife, for one of us, my deare Subtle: BWe will eene draw lots, and he, that fayles, shall have BThe more in goods, the other has in tayle. ARather the lesse. For she may be so light AShe may want graynes. BAye, or be such a burden, BA man would scarse endure her, for the whole. AFaith, best let us see her first, and then determine. BContent. But Doll must have no breath of it. AMum. AAway, you to your Surly yonder, Catch him. B'Pray God I have not stayd too long. AI feare it. JonAlch3.1 IThese Chastisements are common to the Saints, IAnd such rebukes the Elect must beare, with patience; IThey are the exercises of the Spirit, IAnd sent to tempt our fraylties. JIn pure zeale, JI do not like the man: He is a Heathen, JAnd speakes the language of Canaan, truely. II think him a prophane person, indeed. JHe beares JThe visible marke of the beast, in his forehead. JAnd for his Stone, it is a worke of darknesse, JAnd, with Philosophie, blinds the eyes of man. IGood Brother, we must bend vnto all meanes, IThat may give furtherance, to the holy cause. JWhich his cannot: The sanctified cause JShould have a sanctified course. INot alwaies necessary. IThe Children of perdition are, oft*times, IMade instruments euen of the greatest workes. IBeside, we should give somewhat to mans nature, IThe place he liues in, still about the Fire, IAnd fume of Mettalls, the intoxicate IThe brayne of Man, and make him prone to passion. IWhere have you greater Atheists, then your Cookes? IOr more prophane, or cholerick then your Glasse-men? IMore Antichristian then your Bell-founders? IWhat makes the Diuell so diuelish, I would aske you, ISathan, our common enemy, but his being IPerpetually about the fire, and boyling IBrimstone, and Arsnike? We must give, I say, IVnto the motiues, and the stirrers up IOf humors in the blood. It may be so. IWhen as the worke is done, the Stone is made, IThis heate of his may turne into a zeale, IAnd stand up for the beauteous discipline, IAgainst the menstruous cloth, and ragg of Rome. IWe must awayt his calling, and the comming IOf the good Spirit. You did fault, to upbraid him IWith the Brethrens blessing of Heidelberg, waighing IWhat neede we have, to hasten on the Worke, IFor the restoring of the silenc'd Saints, IWhich ne'er will be, but by the Philosophers Stone. IAnd, so a learned Elder, one of Scotland, IAssur'd me; Aurum potabile being IThe onely med'cine, for the ciuill Magistrate, ITo incline him to a feeling of the cause: IAnd must be dayly vs'd, in the disease. JI have not a*edified more, truely, by man; JNot, since the beautifull light, first, shone on me: JAnd I am sad my zeale hath so offended. ILet us call on him, then. JThe motion is good. JAnd of the Spirit; I will knock first: Peace be within. JonAlch3.2 AO Are you come? It was time. Your threescore minutes AWere at the last thred, you see, And, downe had gone AFurnus acedia*e, Turris circulatorius, ALembeke, Bolts-head, Retort, and Pellicane AHad all been cinders. Wicked Ananias! AArt thou return'd? Nay then it goes downe, yet. ISir, be appeased, He is come to humble IHimselfe in Spirit, and to aske your patience, IIf too much zeale hath carried him, aside, IFrom the due path. AWhy, this doth qualefie. IThe Brethren had no purpose, verely, ITo give you the least greeuance: but are ready ITo lend their willing hands, to any proiect IThe Spirit, and you direct. AThis qualefies more. IAnd, for the Orphanes goods, let them be valew'd, IOr what is needfull, else, to the holy Worke, IIt shall be numbred: Here, by me, the Saints IThrow downe their purse before you. AThis qualifies, most. AWhy, thus it should be, now you vnderstand. AHave I discours'd so vnto you, of our Stone? AAnd, of the good that it shall bring your cause? AShew'd you (beside the mayne of hiring forces AAbroad, drawing the Hollanders, your friends, AFrom the Indies, to serue you, with all their Fleete) AThat euen the med'cinall vse shall make you a faction, AAnd party in the Realme. As, put the case, AThat some great Man, in state, he have the Gout, AWhy you but send three droppes of your Elixir, AYou help him straight: There you have made a Friend. AAnother has the Palsey, or the Dropsie, AHe takes of your incombustible stuffe, AHe is yong againe: There you have made a Friend. AA Lady, that is past the feate of body, AThough not of minde, and hath her face decay'd ABeyond all cure of paintings you restore AWith the Oyle of Talck: There you have made a Friend. AAnd all her friends. A Lord, that is a Leper, AA Knight, that has the bone-ache, or a Squire AThat hath both these, you make them smooth, and sound, AWith a bare fricace of your med'cine: Still, AYou increase your Friends. IAye, it is very pra*egnant. AAnd, then, the turning of this Lawyers pewter ATo plate, at Christ-masse. JChrist-tide, I pray you. AYet, Ananias? JI have done. AOr changing AHis parcell guilt, to massy Gold. You cannot ABut raise you Friends. With all, to be of power ATo pay an armie, in the field; to buy AThe King of France, out of his Realmes; or Spaine, AOut of his Indies: What can you not do, AAgainst Lords Spirituall, or Temporall, AThat shall oppone you? IVerely, it is true. IWe may be temporall Lords, our*selues, I take it. AYou may be any*thing, and leaue off to make ALong-winded exercises: or suck up, AYour ha, and hum, in a tune. I not deny, ABut such as are not graced, in a State, AMay, for their endes, be aduerse in Religion, AAnd get a tune, to call the flocke together: AFor (to say sooth) a tune does much, with women, AAnd other phlegmatick people, It is your Bell. JBells are prophane, a tune may be religious. ANo warning with you? Then, farewell my patience. A'Slight, it shall downe: I will not be thus tortur'd. II pray you, Sir. AAll shall perish. I have spoke it. ILet me finde grace, Sir, in your eyes; The man IHe stands corrected: neither did his zeale I(But as yourselfe) allow a tune; some-where. IWhich, now, being to'ard, the Stone, we shall not need. ANo, nor your holy vizard, to winne Widdowes ATo give you Legacies; or make zealous Wiues ATo rob their Husbands, for the common cause; ANor take the start of Bandes, broke but one day, AAnd say, they were forfeited, by prouidence. ANor shall you neede, ore night, to eate huge meales, ATo celebrate your next dayes fast the better: AThe whilst the Brethren, and the Sisters, humbled, AAbate the stiffenesse of the flesh; Nor cast ABefore your hungry hearers, scrupulous bones, AAs whether a Christian may hawke, or hunt; AOr whether, Matrons, of the holy Assembly, AMay lay their haire out, or weare doublets, AOr have that Idol Starch, about their linnen. JIt is indeed an Idoll. IMinde him not, Sir. II do command thee, Spirit (of zeale, but trouble) ITo peace within him. Pray you Sir, goe on. ANor shall you need to libell 'gainst the Prelates, AAnd shorten so your eares, against the hearing AOf the next wire-drawne Grace. Nor, of necessitie, ARayle against playes, to please the Alderman, AWhole dayly Custard you deuoure. Nor lie AWith zealous rage, till you are hoarse. Not one AOf these so singular artes. Nor call your*selues, ABy names of Tribulation, Persecution, ARestraint, Long-Patience, and such like, affected ABy the whole Family, or Wood of you, AOnely for glory, and to catch the eare AOf the Disciple. ITruely, Sir, they are IWayes, that the Godly Brethren have inuented, IFor propagation of the holy cause, IAs very notable meanes; and whereby, also, IThemselues grow soone, and profitably famous. AO, but the Stone, all is idle to it! nothing! AThe art of Angels, Natures miracle, AThe diuine secret, that doth flye in clouds, AFrom East to West: and whose Tradition AIs not from men but spirits. JI hate Traditions. JI do not trust them. IPeace. JThey are Popish, all. JI will not peace. I will not -- IAnanias. JPlease the prophane, to greeue the godly. I may not. AWell, Ananias, thou shalt ouercome. IIt is an ignorant zeale, that haunts him, Sir. IBut truely, else, a very faithfull Brother; IA Botcher: and a man, by reuelation, IThat hath a competent knowledge of the Truth. AHas he a competent summe, there, in the bagg, ATo buy the goods, within? I am made Guardian, AAnd must, for Charitie, and Conscience sake, ANow, see the most be made, for my poore Orphane. AThough I desire the Brethren, too, good Gayners. AThere, they are, within. When you have view'd, and bought them, AAnd tane the Inuentory of what they are, AThey are ready for proiection; there is no more ATo do; Cast on the med'cine: So much Siluer AAs there is Tinne there, so much Gold as Brasse, AI will give it you in, by waight. IBut how long time, ISir, must the Saints expect, yet? ALet me see, AHow is the Moone, now? Eight, nine, ten dayes hence AHe will be Siluer potate; then, three dayes, ABefore he citronise: some fifteene dayes, AThe Magisterium will be perfected. JAbout the second day, of the third weeke, JIn the ninth Month? AYes my good Ananias. IWhat will the Orphanes goods arise to, think you? ASome hundred Markes; as much as fill'd three Carres, AVnladed now: you shall make sixe millions of them. ABut I must have more coales laid in. IHow! AAnother load, AAnd then we have finish'd. We must now encrease AOur fire to Ignis ardent, we are past AFimuss equinus, Balnei, Cineris, AAnd all those lenter heates. If the holy Purse AShould, with this draught; fall low, and that the Saints ADo need a present summe; I have trick ATo melt the Pewter, you shall buy now, instantly, AAnd, with a tincture, make you as good Dutch Dollers, AAs any are in Holland. ICan you so? AAye, and shall bide the third examination. JIt will be ioyfull tidings to the Brethren. ABut you must cary it, secret. IAye, but stay, IThis act of coyning, is it lawfull? JLawfull? JWe know no Magistrate Or, if we did, JThis is forraine coyne. AIt is no coyning, Sir. AIt is but casting. IHa? you distinguish well. ICasting of money may be lawfull. JIt is, Sir. ITruely, I take it so. AThere is no scruple ASir, to be made of it; beleeue Ananias. AThis case of conscience he is studied in. II will make a question of it, to the Brethren. JThe Brethren shall approue it lawfull, doubt not. JWhere shall it be done? AFor that we will talke, anone. AThere is some to speake with me. Goe in, I pray you, AAnd viewe the parcels. That is the Inuentory. AI will come to you straight. Who is it? Face? Appeare. JonAlch3.3 AHow now? Good prise? BGood poxe. Yond' costiue BCheater BNeuer came on. AHow then? BI have walkd the round, BTill now, and no such thing. AAnd have you quit him? BQuit him? if Hell would quit him too, he were happy. B'Slight would you have me stalke like a Mill-Iade, BAll day, for one, that will not yeeld us Graynes? BI know him of old. AO, but to have gull'd him, AHad been a maystry. BLet him goe, black Boy, BAnd turne thee, that some fresh newes may possesse thee. BA noble Count, a Don of Spaine (my deare BDelicious compeere, and my party-baud) BWho is come hether, priuate, for his Conscience, BAnd brought munition with him, sixe great slopps. BBigger then three Dutch Hoighs, beside round trunkes, BFurnish'd with Pistolets, and Peeces of eight, BWill straight be here, my Rogue, to have thy Bath. BThat is the colour, and to make his battry Bupon our Dol, our Castle, our Cinque-Port, BOur Douer Pire, our what thou wilt. Where is she? BShe must prepare perfumes, delicate linnen, BThe bath in chiefe, a banquet, and her wit, BFor she must feele his Epididimis. BWhere is the Doxie? AI will send her to thee: AAnd but dispatch my brace of little Iohn Leydens, AAnd come againe my*selfe. BAre they within then? ANumbring the summe. BHow much? AA hundred Amarkes, boy, BWhy this is a lucky day. Ten pounds of Mammon? BThree of my Clearke. A Portague of my Grocer. BThis of the Brethren, beside Reuersions, BAnd States, to come in the Widdow, and my Count, BMy share, to*day, will not be bought for forty -- CWhat? BPounds, dainty Dorothee, art thou so neare? CYes, say Lo: Generall, how fares our Campe? BAs, with the few, that had entrench'd themselues BSafe, by their discipline, against a world, Dol: BAnd laugh'd, within those trenches, and grew fat BWith thinking on the booties, Dol, brought in BDayly, by their small parties. This deare hower, BA doughty Don is taken, with my Doll; BAnd thou maist make his ransome, what thou wilt, BMy Dousabell: He shall be brought here, fetter'd BWith thy fayre lookes, before he see's thee, and throwne BIn a Downe-bed, as darke as any Dungeon; BWhere thou shalt keepe him waking, with thy Drum; BThy Drum, my Dol; thy Drum; till he be tame BAs the poore Black-birds were in the great frost, BOr Bees are with a bason: and so hiue him BIn the Swan-skin Couerlid, and cambrick Sheetes, BTill he worke Honey, and Waxe, my little Gods-guift. CWhat is he, Generall. BAn Adalantado, BA Grande, Girle. Was not my Dapper here, yet? CNo. BNor my Drugger? CNeither. BA poxe Bon them, BThey are so long a*furnishing. Such Stinkards BWould not be seene, upon these festiuall dayes. BHow now! have you done? ADone. They are gone. The summe AIs here in Banque, my Face. I would, we knew AAnother chapman, now, would buy them outright. B'Slid, Nab shall do it, against he have the Widdow, BTo furnish houshould. AExcellent well thought of, APray God, he come. BI pray, he keepe away BTill our new businesse be o're past. ABut, Face, AHow cam'st thou, by this secret Don? BA Spirit BBrought me the intelligence, in a paper, here, BAs I was coniuring, yonder, in my Circle BFor Surly: I have my Flies abroad. Your Bath BIs famous Subtle, by my meanes. Sweet Doll, BYou must goe tune your Virginall, no loosing BOf the least time. And, do you heare? good action. BFirke like a Flounder, kisse like a Scallop, close; BAnd tickle him with thy Mother-tongue. His great BVerdugo-ship has not a iot of language: BSo much the easier to be cossin'd, my Dolly. BHe will come here, in a hir'd Coach, obscure, BAnd our owne Coachman, whom I have sent, as Guide, BNo creature else. Who is that? AIt is not he? BO no, not yet this hower. AWho is it? CDapper, CYour Clearke. BGods will, then, Queene of Faerie, BOn with your tire; and, Doctor, with your robes. BLet us us dispatch him, for Gods sake. AIt will be long. BI warrant you, take but the QQs I give you, BIt shall be briefe inough, 'Slight, here are more. BAbel, and I think, the angry Boy, the Heyre, BThat faine would quarrell. AAnd the Widdow? BNo, BNot that I see. Away. O Sir, you are welcome. JonAlch3.4 BThe Doctor is within, a*mouing for you; BI have had the most adoe to winne him to it; BHe sweares, you will be the Dearling of the Dice: BHe neuer heard her Highnes doate, till now. BYour Aunt has giu'n you the most gracious words, BThat can be thought of. DShall I see her Grace? BSee her, and kisse her too. What? honest Nab! BHa'st brought the Damaske? ENo Sir, here is Tobacco. BIt is Well done. Thou wilt bring the Damaske too? EYes, here is the Gentleman, Captain, Mr% Kastrill, EI have brought to see the Doctor. BWhere is the Widdow? ESir, as he likes, his Sister (he sayes) shall come. BO, is it so? Good time. Is your name Kastrill, Sir? KAye, and the best of the Kastrills, I would be sory else, KBy fifteene hundred, a yeare. Where is this Doctor? KMy mad Tobacco-Boy, here, tells me of one, KThat can do things. Has he any skill? BWherein, Sir? KTo cary a busines, manage a Quarrell, fayrely, Kupon fit termes. BIt seemes Sir, you are but yong BAbout the towne, that can make that a question. KSir, not so yong, but I have heard some speech KOf the angry Boyes, and seene them take Tobacco; KAnd in his shop: and I can take it too. KAnd I would faine be one of them, and goe downe KAnd practise in the countrey. BSir, for the Duello, BThe Doctor, I assure you, shall informe you, BTo the least shadow of a hayre: and shew you, BAn instrument he has, of his owne making, BWherewith, no sooner shall you make report BOf any Quarrell, but he will take the Height of it, BMost instantly; and tell in what Degree, BOf saf'ty it lies in, or mortalitie. BAnd, how it may be borne, whether in a right line, BOr a halfe-circle; or may, else, be cast BInto an angle blunt, if not acute: BAll this he will demonstrate. And then, Rules, BTo give, and take the Lie, by. KHow? to take it? BYes, in oblique, he will shew you; or in circle: BBut neuer in diameter. The whole Towne BStudy his Theoremes, and dispute them, ordinarily, BAt the eating Academies. KBut, does he teach KLiuing, by the Witts, too? BAny*thing, what*euer. BYou cannot think that subtilty, but he reades it. BHe made me a Captain; I was a starke Pimpe, BIust of your standing, afore I met with him: BIt is not two months since. I will tell you his method. BFirst, He will enter you, at some Ordinarie. KNo, I will not come there. You shall pardon me. BFor Bwhy, Sir? KThere is gaming there, and tricks. BWhy, would you be BA Gallant, and not game? KAye, it will spend a man. BSpend you? It will repayre you, when you are spent. BHow do they liue by their wits, there, that have vented BSixe times your fortunes? KWhat, three thousand a yeare? BAye, forty thousand. KAre there such? BAye Sir. BAnd Gallants, yet. Here is a yong Gentleman, BIs borne to nothing, forty markes a yeare, BWhich I count nothing. He is to be initiated, BAnd have a Flye of the Doctor. He will winne you BBy vnresistable luck, within this fortnight, BInough to buy a Baronry. They will set him Bupmost, at the Groome-Porters, all the Christmasse. BAnd, for the whole yeare through, at euery place, BWhere there is play, present him with the Chayre, BThe best attendance, the best drinke, sometimes BTwo glasses of Canarie, and pay nothing; BThe purest linnen, and the sharpest knife, BThe Partrich next his trencher: and, somewhere, BThe dainty bed, in priuate, with the Dainty. BYou shall have your Ordinaries bid for him, BAs Play-houses for a Poet; and the Master BPray him, aloud, to name what Dish he affects, BWhich must be butterd Shrimpes: and those, that drinke BTo no mouth else, will drinke to his, as being BThe goodly President-Mouth of all the boord. KDo you not gull one? BGod is my life! Do you Bthink it? BYou shall have a cast Commander, can but get BIn credit with a Glouer, or a Spurrier, BFor some two payre, of eythers ware, afore-hand, BWill, by most swift posts, dealing with him, BArriue at competent meanes, to keepe himselfe, BHis Punke, and naked Boy, in excellent fashion. BAnd be admir'd for it. KWill the Doctor teach this? BHe will do more, Sir, when your Land is gone, B(As men of Spirit hate to keepe earth long) BIn a Vacation, when small money is stirring, BAnd Ordinaries suspended till the Tearme, BHe will shew a Perspectiue, where on one side BYou shall behold the faces, and the persons BOf all sufficient yong Heyres, in towne, BWhose bonds are currant for commoditie; BOn the other side, the Merchants formes, and others, BThat, without help of any second Broker, B(Who would expect a share) will trust such parcells: BIn the third square, the very streete, and signe BWhere the commoditie dwels, and does but wait BTo be deliuer'd, be it Pepper, Sope, BHopps, or Tobacco, Ote-meale, Woad, or Cheeses. BAll which you may so handle, to enioy, BTo your owne vse, and neuer stand oblig'd. KI*faith! Is he such a fellow? BWhy, Nab here knowes Bhim. BAnd then for making matches, for rich Widdowes, BYong Gentlewomen, Heyres, the fortunat'st Man! BHe is sent too farre, and neare, all ouer England BTo have his counsell, and to know their Fortunes. KGods will, my Suster shall see him. BI will tell you, Sir, BWhat he did tell me of Nab. It is a strange thing, B(By the way you must eate no Cheese, Nab, it breedes Melancholy: 003:04;055 BAnd that same Melancholy breedes wormes) but passe it, BHe told me honest Nab, here, was ne'er at Tauerne, BBut once in his life. ETruth, and no more I was not. BAnd, then he was so sick -- ECould he tell you that, Etoo? BHow should I know it? EIn troth we had been a*shooting, E EAnd had a peece of fat Ram-Mutton, to supper, EThat lay so heauy on my stomack -- BAnd he has no head BTo beare any Wine; for, what with the noyse of the Fiddlers, BAnd care of his shop, for he dares keepe no Seruants -- EMy head did so ake -- BAs he was faine to be brought Bhome, BThe Doctor told me. And then a good Old Woman -- E(Yes faith she dwels in Seacoale-lane) did cure me, EWith sodden Ale, and Pellitorie of the Wall; ECost me but two pence. I had another sicknesse, EWas worse then that. BAye, that was with the griefe BThou tookst for being seast at eighteene pence, BFor the water-worke. EIn truth, and it was like ETo have cost me almost my life. BThy hayre went off? EYes, Sir, twas done for spight. BNay, so sayes the BDoctor. KPray thee Tobacco-Boy, Goe fetch my Suster, KI will see this learned Boy, before I goe: KAnd so shall she. BSir, he is busie now: BBut, if you have a Sister to fetch hether, BPerhaps, your owne paines may command her sooner; BAnd he, by that time, will be free. KI goe, Sir. BDrugger, she is thine; the Damaske. Subtle, and I BMust wrastle for her. Come on, Mr% Dapper. BYou see, how I turne Clients, here, away, BTo give your cause dispatch. Have you perform'd BThe ceremonies were injoyn'd you? DYes, of the Vinegar, DAnd the cleane shirt. BIt is well: that shirt may do you BMore Worship then you think. Your Aunt is a*fire BBut that she will not shew it, to have a sight of you. BHave you prouided for her Graces Seruants? DYes here are six-score Edward shillings. BGood. DAnd an old Harry's Soueraigne. BVery good. DAnd three Iames shillings, and an Elizabeth groat, DIust twenty nobles. BO, you are too iust. BI would you had had the other Noble in Maries. DI have some Philip and Maries. BAye those same BAre best of all. Where are they? Hearke, the Doctor. JonAlch3.5 AIs yet her Graces Cossen come? BHe is come. AAnd is he fasting? BYes. AAnd hath cry'd Hum? BThrise, you must answere. DThrise. AAnd as oft ABuz? BIf you have, say. DI have. AThen, to her Cuz, AHoping, that he hath vinegard his senses, AAs he was bid, the Faery Queene dispenses, ABy me, this Robe, the Peticoate of Fortune; AWhich that he straight put on, she doth importune. AAnd though to Fortune neere be her Peticoate, AYet, nearer is her Smock, the Queene doth note: AAnd, therefore, euen of that a piece she hath sent, AWhich, being a Child, to wrap him in, was rent; AAnd prayes him, for a scarfe, he now will weare it A(With as much loue, as then her Grace did teare it) AAbout his eyes, to shew, he is fortunate. AAnd, trusting vnto her make his State, AHe will throw away all worldly pelfe, about him; AWhich that he will performe, she doth not doubt him. BShe need not doubt him, Sir. Alasse, he has nothing, BBut what he will part withall, as willingly, Bupon her Graces word (Throw away your purse) BAs she would aske it, (hand kerchiefes, and all) BShe cannot bid that thing, but he will obay. BIf you have a Ring, about you, cast it off, BOr a siluer seale, at your wrist, her Grace will send BHer Faeries here to search you, therefore deale BDirectly with her Highnesse. If they finde BThat you conceale a mite, you are vndone. DTruely ther is all. BAll what? DMy money, truly. BKeepe nothing, that is transitorie, about you, BBid Dol play musique. Looke, the Elues are come BTo pinch you, if you tell not truth. Aduise you. DO, I have a paper with a Spur-riall in it. BTi, ti, BThey knew it, they say. ATi, ti, ti, ti, he has more yet. BTi, ti ti ti. In the tother pocket? ATiti, titi, titi, titi. AThey must pinch him, or he will neuer confesse, they say. DO, o. BNay, 'pray you hold. He is her Graces Nephew. B BTi ti ti? What care you? Good faith, you shall care. BDeale plainely, Sir, and shame the Faeries. Shew BYou are an Innocent. DBy this good light, I have nothing. ATi ti, ti ti #to ta. He does a*equiuocate, she sayes: ATi, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da. And sweares by the light, when he is Ablinded. DBy this good darke, I have nothing but a halfe-Crowne DOf Gold, about my wrist, that my Loue gaue me; DAnd a leaden Heart I wore, sin' she forsooke me. BI thought, it was something. and, would you incurre BYour Aunts displeasure for these trifles? Come BI had rather you had throwne away twenty halfe-crownes. BYou may weare your leaden Heart still. How now? AWhat newes, Dol? CYonders your Knight, Sir CMammon. BGods lid, We neuer thought of him, till now. BWhere is he? CHere, hard by. He is at the doore. AAnd, you are not ready, now? Dol, get his suite. AHe must not be sent back. BO by no meanes. BWhat shall we do with this same Puffin, here, BNow he is on the Spit? AWhy lay him backe a while, AWith some deuise, Ti, ti ti, ti ti ti. Would her Grace speake with Ame? AI come. Help Dol. BWho is there? Sir Epicure; BMy Master is in the way. Please you to walke BThree or foure turnes, but till his back be turn'd, BAnd I am for you. Quickly, Dol. AHer Grace ACommends her kindly to you, Mr% Dapper. DI long to see her Grace. AShe, now, is set AAt Dinner, in her bed; and she has sent you, AFrom her owne priuate trencher, a dead Mouse, AAnd a piece of Ginger-bread, to be mery withall, AAnd stay your stomacke, least you faint with fasting. AYet, if you could hold out, till she saw you, she sayes, AIt would be better for you. BSir, He shall BHold out, if it were this two howers, for her Highnes; BI can assure you that. We will not loose BAll we have done. AHe must nor see, nor speake ATo any*body, till then. BFor that, we will put Sir, BA stay in his mouth. AOf what? BOf Ginger-bread. BMake you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her Grace, BThus farre, shall not now crinckle, for a little. BGape Sir, and let him fit you. AWhere shall we now ABestow him? CIn the Priuy. ACome along, Sir AI now must shew you Fortunes priuy lodgings. BAre they perfum'd? and his bath ready? AAll. AOnely the Fumigation is somewhat strong. BSir Epicure, I am yours, Sir, by and by. JonAlch4.1 BO Sir, you are come in the onely, finest time -- GWhere is Master? BNow preparing for proiection, BSir. BYour stuffe will be all chang'd shortly. GInto Gold? BTo Gold, and Siluer, Sir. GSiluer I care not for. BYes, Sir, a little to give Beggars. GWhere is the Lady? BAt hand, here. I have told her such braue things, of you, BTouching your bounty and your noble Spirit. GHast thou? BAs she is almost in her fit to see you. BBut, good Sir, no Diuinitie in your conference BFor feare of putting her in rage. GI warrant thee. BSixe men will not hold her downe. And, then BIf the Old man should heare, or see you. GFeare not. BThe very House, Sir, would runne madd. You know it BHow scrupulous he is, and violent, B'Gainst the least act of sinne, Physick, or Mathematiques, BPoetry, State, or Baudry (as I told you) BShe will endure and neuer startle: But BNo word of Controuersie. GI am school'd, good Lungs. BAnd you must praise her House, remember that, BAnd her Nobilitie. GLet me, alone: GNo Herald, no nor Antiquarie, Lungs, GShall do it better. Goe. BWhy this is yet BA Kinde of moderne happinesse, to have BDol common for a great Lady. GNow, Epicure, GHeighten thy*selfe, talke to her, all in Gold; GRayne her as many showers as Ioue did dropps GVnto his Danae: Shew the God a Miser, GCompa'rd with Mammon. What? the Stone will do it. GShe shall feele Gold, tast Gold, heare Gold, sleepe Gold: GNay, we will concumbere Gold. I will be puissant, GAnd mighty in my talke to her. Here she comes. BTo him, Dol, suckle him. This is the noble Knight, BI told your Ladiship. GMadame, with your pardon, GI kisse your vesture. CSir, I were vnciuill CIf I would suffer that, my lip to you, Sir. GI hope, my Lord your Brother be in health, Lady? CMy Lord, my Brother is, though I no Lady, Sir. BWell said my Guiny-Bird. GRight noble Madam -- BO, we shall have most fierce Idolatry! GIt is your Prerogatiue. CRather your Courtesie. GWere there nought else to inlarge your vertues, to me, GThese answeres speake your breeding, and your blood. CBlood we boast none, Sir, a poore Baron's Daughter. GPoore, and gat you? Prophane not, had your Father GSlept all the happy remnant of his life GAfter that act, lien but there still, and panted, GHe had done inough, to make himselfe, his issue, GAnd his posteritie noble. CSir, although CWe may be said to Want the guilt, and trappings, CThe dresse of Honor; yet we striue to keepe. CThe seedes, and the Materialls. GI do see GThe old Ingredient, Vertue, was not lost, GNor the Drug, Money, vs'd to make your compound. GThere is a strange Nobilitie, in your eye; GThis lip, that chinne. Me*thinkes you do resemble GOne of the Austriack Princes. BVery like, BHer Father was an Irish Coster-monger. GThe house of Valois, iust, had such a Nose; GAnd such a Fore-head, yet, the Medici GOf Florence boast. CTroth, and I have been lik'ned CTo all these Princes. BI will be sworne, I heard it. GI know not, how; It is not any one, GBut ee'n the very choise of all their features. BI will in, and laugh. GA certaine touch, or ayre, GThat sparkles a diuinitie, beyond GAn earthly beauty. CO, you play the Courtier. GGood Lady, give me leaue. CIn*faith, I may not, CTo mock me, Sir. GTo burne in this sweet flame: GThe Pho*enix neuer knew a nobler death. CNay, now you court, the Courtier, and destroy CWhat you would build. This Art Sir, in your words CCalls your whole faith in question. GBy my soule. -- CNay, Othes are made of the same ayre, Sir. GNature GNeuer bestow'd upon mortalitie, GA more vnblam'd, a more harmonious feature: GShe play'd the Step-dame in all faces, else. GSweet Madame, let me be particular. CParticular, Sir? I pray you know your distance. GIn no ill sense, sweet Lady, but to aske GHow your fayre Graces passe the howers? I see GYou are lodg'd, here, in the house of a rare man, GAn excellent Artist; But, what is that to you? CYes, Sir. I study here the Mathematiques, CAnd distillation. GO, I cry your pardon, GHe is a Diuine Instructer, can extract GThe soules of all things, by his art, call all GThe vertues, and the miracles of the Sunne, GInto a temperate fornace: teach dull Nature GWhat her owne forces are. A man, the Emp'rour GHas courted, aboue Kelley: sent his medalls, GAnd chaines, to invite him. CAye, and for his Physick, Sir. GAboue the art of A*Esculapius, GThat drew the enuy of the Thunderer. GI know all this, and more. CTroth, I am taken, Sir, CWhole, with these studies, that contemplate Nature: GIt is, a noble Humor. But, this forme GWas not entended to so darke a vse. GHad you been crooked, foule, of some course mould, GA Cloyster, had done well: but, such a feature GThat might stand up the Glory of a Kingdome GTo liue recluse? is a mere sola*ecisme, GThough in a Nunnery. It must not be. GI muse, my Lord your Brother will permit it: GYou should spend halfe my Land first, were I he. GDoes not this Diamant better, on my finger, GThen in the quarry? CYes. GWhy you are like it. GYou were created, Lady, for light. GHeare, you shall weare it; take it, the first pledge GOf what I speake: to binde you, to beleeue me. CIn chaines of Adamant? GYes, the strongest bands: GAnd take a secret, too. Here, by your side, GDoth stand, this hower, the happiest man, of Europe. CYou are contented, Sir? GNay, in true being: GThe enuy of Princes, and the feare of States. CSay you so, Sir Epicure? GYes, and thou shalt Gproue it, GDaughter of Honor. I have cast mine eye Gupon thy forme, and I will reare this beauty GAboue all Stiles. CYou meane no treason, Sir? GNo, I will take away that iealousie. GI am the Lord of the Philosophers Stone, GAnd thou the Lady. CHow Sir, have you that? GI am the Master of the Maistry. GThis day, the good Old wretch, here, of the house GHas made it for us. Now, he is at proiection, GThink therefore, thy first wish, now; Let me heare it: GAnd it shall raine into thy lap, no shower, GBut floods of Gold, whole cataracts, a deluge, GTo get a Nation on thee. CYou are pleas'd, Sir, CTo worke on the ambition of our sexe. GI am pleas'd, the Glory of her sexe should know, GThis nooke, here, of the Friers, is no climate GFor her, to liue obscurely in, to learne GPhysick and Surgery, for the Constables wife GOf some odde Hundred in Essex; but come forth, GAnd tast the ayre of Palaces, eate, drinke GThe toyles of Empricks, and their boasted practise: GTincture of Pearle, and Corall, Gold, and Amber; GBe seene at Feasts, and Triumphs; have it ask'd, GWhat Miracle she is? set all the Eyes GOf Court a*fire, like a burning Glasse, GAnd worke them into cinders; when the iewels GOf twenty States adorne thee; and the light GStrikes out the Starres; that, when thy name is mention'd, GQueenes may looke pale: and, we, but shewing our loue, GNero's Poppa*ea may be lost in story. GThus will we have it. CI could well consent, Sir. CBut, in a Monarchy, how will this be? CThe Prince will soone take notice, and both seize CYou, and your Stone, it being a wealth vnfit CFor any priuate subiect. GIf he knew it. CYour*selfe do boast it, Sir. GTo thee, my Life. CO, but beware, Sir. You may come to end CThe remnant of your dayes, in a loth'd prison, CBy speaking of it. GIt is no idle feare. GWe will therefore goe with all, my Girle, and liue GIn a free State, where we will eate our Mullets, GSous'd in high-countrey Wines, sup Phesants egges, GAnd have our Cockles, boyld in Siluer shells, GOur Shrimpes to swim again as when they liu'd, GIn a rare butter, made of Dolphins milke, GWhose creame does looke like Opalls: And, with these GDelicate meates, set our*selues high for pleasure; GAnd take us downe againe; and then renew GOur youth, and strength, with drinking the Elixir: GAnd so enioy a perpetuitie GOf life, and lust. And thou shalt have thy Wardrobe, GRicher then Natures, still, to change thy*selfe, GAnd vary oftner, for thy pride, then she: GOr Art, her wise, and almost a*equall seruant. BSir, you are too loud. I heare you, euery word. BInto the Laboratory: some fitter place, BThe Garden, or great Chamber aboue. How like you her? GExcellent, Lungs. There is for thee. BBut, do you Bheare? BGood Sir beware, no mention of the Rabbines. GWe think not of them. BO, it is well, Sir. Subtle -- JonAlch4.2 BDost thou not laugh? AYes. Are they gone? BAll is Bcleare. AThe Widdow is come. BAnd your quarrelling Disciple? AAye. BI must to my Captaine-ship againe, then. AStay, Bring them in, first. BSo I meant. What is she? BA Bony-Bell?? AI know not. BWe will draw lotts, BYou will stand to that? AWhat else? BO, for a suite, BTo fall now, like a Curtine: Flap. ATo the dore' man. BYou will have the first kisse, 'cause I am not ready. AYes, and perhaps hit you through both the nostrills. BWho would you speake with? KWhere is the Captaine? BGone, Sir, BAbout some busines. KGone? BHe will returne straight. BBut Mr% Doctor, his Lieutenant, is here. ACome nere, my Worshipfull Boy, my Terra*e Fili, AThat is, my Boy of Land; Make thy approches: AWelcome, I know thy lusts, and thy desires, AAnd I will serue, and satisfie them. Beginne. ACharge me from thence, or thence, or in this line; AHere is my Center: Ground thy Quarrell. KYou lie. AHow, Child of wrath, and anger! The loud lie? AFor what, my sodaine Boy? KNay, that looke you too; KI am afore-hand. AO, this is no true Grammar, AAnd as ill Logick. You must render causes, Child, AYour first, and second Intentions, know your Canons, AAnd your Diuisions, Moodes, Degrees, and Differences, AYour Pra*edicaments, Substance, and Accident, ASeries externe, and interne, with their causes AEfficient, materiall, formall, finall, AAnd have your elements perfect. KWhat is this KThe angry tongue he talkes in? AThat false pra*ecept, AOf being aforehand, has deceiu'd a number; AAnd made them enter Quarrells, oftentimes, ABefore they were aware: and afterward, AAgainst their wills. KHow must I do then, Sir? AI cry this Lady mercy. She should, first, AHave been saluted. I do call you Lady, ABecause you are to be one, ere it be long, AMy soft, and buxome Widdow. KIs she, i*faith? AYes, or my art is an egregious liar. KHow know you? ABy inspection, of her forehead; AAnd subtiltie of her lip, which must be tasted AOften, to make a iudgement. 'Slight, she melts ALike a Myrobalane! Here is, yet, a line AIn rivo frontis, tels me, he is no Knight. LWhat is he then, Sir? ALet me see your Hand. AO, your Linea Fortuna*e makes it plaine; AAnd Stella, here, in Monte veneris: ABut, most of all, Iunctura annularis. AHe is a Souldier, or a Man of Art, Lady: ABut shall have some great honour, shortly. LBrother, LHe is a rare man, beleeue me. KHold your peace. KHere comes the tother rare man. 'Saue you Captayne. BGood Mr% Kastril. Is this your Sister? KAye Sir. KPlease you to kusse her, and be proud to know her? BI shall be proud to know you, Lady. LBrother, LHe calls me Lady, too. KAye, peace. I, heard it. BThe Count is come. AWhere is he? BAt the dore. AWhy, you must entertaine him. BWhat will you do BWith these the while? AWhy have them up, and shew them ASome Fustian Booke, or the Darke Glasse. B'Fore God, BShe is a delicate Dab chick! I must have her. AMust, you? Aye, if your fortune will, you must. ACome Sir, the Captaine will come to us presently. AI will have you to my Chamber of Demonstrations, AWhere I will shew you both the Grammar, and Logick, AAnd Rhetorick of Quarrelling, my whole method, ADrawne out in Tables, and my Instrument, AThat hath the seuerall Scale upon it, shall make you AAble to quarrell, at a strawes breadth, by Moone-light. AAnd, Lady, I will have you looke in a Glasse, ASome halfe an hower, but to cleare your eye-sight, AAgainst you see your Fortune, which is greater, AThen I may iudge upon the sodaine, trust me. JonAlch4.3 BWhere are you, Doctor? AI will come to you presently. BI will have this same Widdow, now I have seene her, BOn any composition. AWhat do you say? BHave you dispos'd of them? AI have sent them up. BSubtle, in troth, I needs must have this Widdow. AIs that the matter? BNay, but heare me. AGoe to AIf you rebell once, Dol shall know it all. ATherefore, be quiet, and obey your chance. BNay, thou art so violent now. Do but conceiue, BThou art old, and canst not serue -- AWho, cannot I? A'Sblood, I will serue her with thee, for a -- BNay, BBut vnderstand: I will give you composition. AI will not treat with thee: what, sell my Fortune? AIt is better then my Birth-right. Do not murmure. AWinne her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol AKnowes it directly. BWell Sir, I am silent. BWill you goe help, to fetch in Don, in state? AI follow you Sir, we must keepe Face in awe, AOr he will ouer-looke us like a Tyranne. ABraine of a Taylor! Who comes here? Don Ion HSennores, beso las manos, a` vuestras mercedes. AWould you had stoup'd a little, and kist our anos. BPeace Subtle. AStab me; I shall neuer hold, man. AHe lookes in that deepe Ruffe, like a Head in a platter, ASeru'd in by a short Cloke upon two tressils. BOr, what do you say to a Collar of Brawne, cut downe BBeneath the Souse, and wriggled with a knife? A'Slud, he does looke too fat to be a Spaniard. BPerhaps some Fleming, or some Hollander got him BIn D'alua's time: Count Egmonts Bastard. ADon, AYour sciruy, yellow Madril face is welcome. HGratia. AHe speakes, out of a Fortification. A'Pray God, He have no squibs in those deepe sets. HPor dios, Sennores, muy linda Casa! AWhat sayes he? BPraises the house, I think, BI know no more But his action. AYes, the Casa, AMy precious Diego, will proue fayre inough, ATo cossen you in. Do you marke? you shall ABe cossened, Diego. BCossened, do you see? BMy worthy Donzel, Cossened. HEntiendo. ADo you intend it? So do we deare Don. AHave you brought Pistolets? or Portagues? AMy solemne Don? Dost thou feele any? BFull. AYou shall be emptied, Don; pumped, and drawne, ADry, as they say. BMilked, in troth, sweet Don. ASee all the Monsters; the great Lion of all, Don. HCon licencia, se puede ver a` esta sennora`? AWhat talkes he now? BOf the Sennora. AO, Don, AThat is the Lionesse, which you shall see AAlso, my Don. B'Slid, Subtle, how shall we do? AFor what? BWhy, Dol is employ'd, you know. AThat is Atrue. A'Fore heau'n I know not: He must stay, that is all. BStay? That he must not, by no meanes. ANo, Why? BVnlesse you will marre all. 'Slight, He will suspect it. BAnd then he will not pay, not halfe so well. BThis is a trauell'd Punque-Master, and does know BAll the delayes: a notable hot Raskall, BAnd lookes, already Rampant. AS'death, and Mammon AMust not be troubled. BMammon, in no case! AWhat shall we do then? BThink: you must be sodaine. HEntiendo, que la Sennora es tan bermosa, que codicio tan Ha` ver la, como la bien auenturanca de mi vida, BMi vida? 'Slid, Subtle, he puts me in mind of the Widdow, BWhat dost thou say to draw her to it? Ha? BAnd tell her, it is her Fortune. All our venter BNow lies upon it. It is but one man more, BWhich of us chance to have her. And beside, BThere is no Maiden-head, to be fear'd, or lost. BWhat dost thou think of it, Subtle? HWho I? Why -- BThe Credit of our house too is engag'd. AYou made me an offer for my share e're while. AWhat wilt thou give me i-faith? BO, by that light, BI will not buy now. You know your doome to me. BE'en take your lot, obey your chance, Sir; winne her, BAnd weare her, out for me. A'Slight. I will not work her then. BIt is the common cause, therefore bethinke you. BDol else must know it, as you said. AI care not. HSennores, por que se ta`rda tanta? AFaith, I am not fit, I am old. BThat is now no reason, BSir. HPuede ser, de hazer burla de mi amor. BYou heare the Don, too? By this ayre, I call, BAnd loose the hinges. Dol. AA plague of Hell -- BWill you then do? AYou are a terrible Rogue, AI will think of this: will you, Sir, call the Widdow? BYes and I will take her too, with all her faults, BNow, I do think of it better. AWith all my heart, Sir. AAm I discharg'd of the lot. BAs you please. AHands. BRemember, now, that, upon any change, BYou neuer claime her. AMuch good ioy, and health to you ASir. AMarry a Whore? Fate, let me wed a Witch, first. HPor estas bonrada's barbas. AHe sweares by his beard. ADispatch, and call the Brother too. HTiengo du`da, Sennores, HQue 3no me bagan alguna traycion. AHow, Issue on? Yes, pra*esto Sennor. Please you AEntratha the Chambratha, worthy Don; AWhere if it please the Fates, in your Bathada, AYou shall be sok'd, and strok'd, and tub'd, and rub'd, AAnd scrub'd, and fub'd, deare Don, before you goe. AYou shall in*faith, my sciruie Babion Don; ABe curried, claw'd, and flaw'd, and raw'd, indeed. AI will the heartilier goe about it now, AAnd make the Widdow a Punke, so much the sooner, ATo be reueng'd on this impetuous Face: AThe quickly doing of it is the grace. JonAlch4.4 BCome Lady: I knew, the Doctor would not leaue, BTill he had found the very nick of her fortune. KTo be a Countesse say you? BA Spanish Countesse, Sir. LWhy? is that better then an English Countesse? BBetter? 'Slight, make you that a question, Lady? KNay, she is a foole, Captaine, you must pardon her. BAske from your Courtier, to your Innes of Court-man, BTo your mere Millaner; They will tell you all BYour Spanish Iennet is the best Horse. Your Spanish BStoupe is the best Garbe. Your Spanish Beard BIs the best Cut. Your Spanish Ruffes are the best BWeare. Your Spanish Pauin the best Daunce. BYour Spanish titillation in a Gloue BThe best Perfume. And, for your Spanish Pike, BAnd Spanish Blade, let your poore Captaine speake. BHere comes the Doctor. AMy most honor'd Lady, AFor so I am now to stile you, hauing found ABy this my scheme, you are to vndergoe AAn honourable fortune, very shortly. AWhat will you say now, if some -- BI have told her all, Sir. BAnd her right worshipfull Brother, here, that she shall be BA Countesse: do not delay them Sir. A Spanish Countesse. AStill, my scarse Worshipfull Captaine, you can keepe ANo secret. Well, since he has told you, Madam, ADo you forgiue him, and I do. KShe shall do that, Sir. KI will looke to it, it is my charge. AWell then. Nought rests ABut that she fit her Loue, now, to her Fortune. LTruely, I shall neuer brooke a Spaniard. ANo? LNeuer, sin eighty eight could I abide them. LAnd that was some three yeare afore I was borne in truth. ACome, you must loue him, or be miserable: AChoose, which you will. BBy this good rush, perswade her, BShe will cry Straw-berrie else, within this twelue-month. ANay, Shads, and Mackrell, which is worse. BIndeed, Sir? KGods lid, you shall loue him, or I will kick you. LWhy? LI will do as you will have me, Brother. KDo, KOr by this hand I will maull you. BNay good Sir. BBe not so fierce. ANo my enraged Child, AShe will be rul'd. What when she comes to tast AThe pleasures of a Countesse, to be courted -- BAnd kist, and ruffled -- AAye, behind the hangings. BAnd then come forth in pompe -- AAnd know her AState -- BOf keeping all the Idolaters of the Chamber BBarer to her, then at their prayers -- AIs seru'd Aupon the knee -- BAnd has her Pages, Huishers. BFootmen, and Coaches -- AHer six Mares -- BNay eight -- ATo hurry her through London, to the Exchange, ABet'lem, the China-Houses -- BYes, and have BThe Citizens gape at her, and praise her Tires, BAnd My-Lords Goose turd bands, that rides with her. KMost braue! By this hand, you are not my Suster, KIf you refuse. LI will not refuse, Brother. HQue es e`sto Sennores, que non se venga? HEsta tardanza me mata! BIt is the Count come. BThe Doctor knew he would be here, by his Art. AEn Gallanta Madama, Don! Gallantissima! HPor to=dos los dioses, la mas acabada HHermosura, que he visto en mi vi`da! BIs it not a gallant language that they speake? KAn admirable language! Is it not French? BNo Spanish, Sir. KIt goes like Law-French, KAnd that, they say, is the Court-liest language. BList Sir. HEl sol ha perdido su lumbre, con el HResplandor, que tra`e esta dama. Valga me dios! BHe admires your Sister. KMust not she make curtsy? A'Ods will, she must goe to him, Man; and kisse him: AIt is the Spanish fashion, for the women ATo make first court. BIt is true he tels you, Sir: BHis Art knowes all. HPor que 3no se acu`de? KHe speakes to her, I think? BThat he does Sir. HPor el amor de dios, que es esto, que se ta=rda? KNay, see: she will not vnderstand him. Gull. KNoddy. LWhat say you Brother? KAsse, my Suster, KGoe kusse him, as the Cunning man would have you. KI will thrust a pinne in your buttocks else. BO, no Sir. HSennora mia, mi persona muy indignaesta HAlle gar a` ta`nta Hermosura. BDoes he not vse her brauely? KBrauely, i-faith! BNay he will vse her better. KDo you think so? HSennora, si sera seruida, entremus. KWhere does he carry her? BInto the Garden, Sir, BTake you no thought. I must interpret for her. AGive Dol the word. Come my fierce Child. Aduance, AWe will to our quarrelling Lesson againe. KAgreed. KI loue a Spanish Boy, with all my heart. ANay, and by this meanes, Sir, You shall be Brother ATo a great Count. KAye, I knew that, at first. KThis match will aduance the House of the Kastrils. A'Pray God your Sister proue but pliant. KWhy, KHer name is so, by her other Husband. AHow! KThe Widdow Pliant. Knew you not that? ANo faith Sir. AYet, by erection of her Figure, I gest it. ACome, let us goe practise. KYes, but do you think, Doctor. KI e'er shall quarrell well? AI warrant you. JonAlch4.5 CFor after Alexanders death -- GGood Lady -- CThat Perdiccas and Antigonus were slaine, CThe two that stood, Seleuc, and Ptolomee -- GMadame. CMade up the two legs, and the fourth Beast. CThat was Gog-North, and Egypt-South: which after CWas call'd Gog Iron-leg, and South Iron-leg -- GLady -- CAnd then Gog-horned. So was A*Egypt, too; CThen A*Egypt Clay-leg, and Gog Clay-leg -- GSweet Madame. CAnd last Gog-Dust, and A*Egypt-Dust: which fall CIn the last linke of the fourth Chaine. And these CBe Starres in Story, which none see, or looke at -- GWhat shall I do? CFor, as he sayes, except CWe call the Rabbines, and the Heathen Greekes -- GDeare Lady. CTo come from Salem, and from Athens, CAnd teach the people of great Britaine -- BWhat is the matter, BSir? CTo speake the tongue of Eber, and Iauan -- GO, GShe is in her fit. CWe shall know nothing -- BDeath, Sir, BWe are vndone. CWhere, then, a learned Linguist CShall see the antient vs'd communion COf Vowels, and Consonants -- BMy Master will heare! CA Wisedome, which Pythagoras held most high -- GSweet honorable Lady. CTo comprise CAll sounds of voices, in few markes of Letters -- BNay you must neuer hope to lay her now. CAnd so we may arriue by Talmud skill, CAnd profane Greeke, to raise the building up COf Helens house, against the Ismaelite, CKing of Thogarina, and his Habergians CBrimstony, blew, and firy; and the force COf King Abaddon, and the Beast of Cittim: CWhich Rabbi Dauid Kimchi, Onkelos, CAnd Aben-Ezra do interpret Rome. BHow did you put her into it? GAllasse, I talk'd GOf a fift Monarchy I would erect, GWhich the Philosophers Stone (by chance) And she GFalls on the other foure straight. BOut of Broughton! BI told you so. 'Slid stop her mouth. GIs it best? BShe will neuer leaue else. If the old man hear her, BWe are but fo*eces, Ashes. AWhat is to do there? BO, We are lost. Now she heares him, she is quiet. GWhere shall I hide her? AHow! What sight is here? AClose deedes of Darknesse, and that shunne the light! ABring him againe. Who is he? What, my Sonne? AO, I have liu'd too long. GNay good, deare Father, GThere was no vnchast purpose. ANot, and flee me, AWhen I come in? GThat was my Error. AError? AGuilt, guilt, my Sonne. Give it the right Name. No maruaile, AIf I found check in our great Worke within, AWhen such affayres as these were managing. GWhy, have you so? AIt has gone back this halfe houre: AAnd all the rest of our lesse Workes stand still. AWhere is the Instrument of wickednesse, AMy lewd false Drudge? GNay good Sir blame not him. GBeleeue me, it was against his Will, or Knowledge. GI saw her by chance. AWill you commit more sinne, ATo excuse a Varlet? GBy my hope, it is true Sir. ANay, then I wonder lesse, if you, for whom AThe blessing was prepar'd, would so tempt heauen: AAnd loose your fortunes. GWhy Sir? AThis will hinder AThe Worke, a Month at least. GWhy, if it do, GWhat remedie? but think it not, good Father: GOur purposes were honest. AAs they were, ASo the reward will proue. How now! Aye me. AGod, and all Saints be good to us. What is that? BO Sir, we are defeated: all the Workes BAre flowne in fumo. Euery Glasse is burst. BFornace, and all rent downe: as if a Bolt BOf thunder had been driuen through the house. BRetorts, Receiuers, Pellicanes, Bolt-heads, BAll strooke in shiuers. Help good Sir. Alasse, BColdnesse, and Death inuades him. Nay, Sir Mammon, BDo the fayre offices of a man. You stand, BAs you were readier to depart, then he. BWho is there? My Lord her Brother is come. GHa, Lungs? BHis Coach is at the dore. Auoid his sight, BFor he is as furious, as his Sister is mad. GAlasse! BMy braine is quite vndone with the fume, Sir, BI ne'er must hope to be mine owne man againe. GIs all lost, Lungs? Will nothing be preseru'd, GOf all our cost? BFaith, very little, Sir. BA peck of coales, or so, which is cold comfort, Sir. GO my voluptuous minde! I am iustly punish'd. BAnd so am I, Sir. GCast from all my hopes -- BNay, certainties Sir. BBy mine owne base affections. AO the curst fruits of vice, and lust! GGood Father, GIt was my sinne. Forgiue it. AHangs my roofe AOuer us still, and will not fall, O Iustice, Aupon us, for this wicked man! BNay, looke, Sir, BYou grieue him, now, with staying in his sight: BGood Sir, the Noble man will come too, and take you, BAnd that may breed a Tragedy. GI will goe. BAye, and repent at home, Sir. It may be, BFor some good penance, you may have it, yet BA hundred pound to the Boxe at Bet'lem. GYes. BFor the restoring such as have their wits. GI will do it. BI will send one to you to receiue it. GDo. GIs no Proiection left? BAll flowne, or stinkes, Sir. GWill naught be sau'd that is good for med'cine, thinkst thou? BI cannot tell Sir. There will be, perhaps, BSomething about the scraping of the Shardes, BWill cure the Itch, though not your itch of minde, Sir. BIt shall be sau'd for you, and sent home. Good Sir, BThis way, for feare the Lord should meet you. AFace. BAye. AIs he gone? BYes, and as heauily BAs all the Gold he hop'd for were in his bloud. BLet us be light, though. AAye, as Balls, and bound AAnd hit our heads against the roofe for ioy. AThere is so much of our care now cast away. BNow to our Don. AYes, your yong Widdow, by this time AIs made a Countesse, Face: She has been in trauaile AOf a yong Heyre for you. BGood, Sir. AOff with your case, AAnd greet her kindly, as a Bridegroome should. AAfter these common hazards. BVery well, Sir. BWill you goe fetch Don Deigo off the while? AAnd fetch him ouer too, if you will be pleas'd Sir: AWould Dol were, in her place, to pick his pockets now. BWhy you can do it as well, if you would set to it. BI pray you proue your vertue. AFor your sake, Sir. JonAlch4.6 HLady, you see into what hands, you are falne; HMongst what a Nest of Villaines! and how neare HYour honor was to have catch'd a certaine clap H(Through your credulitie) had I but been HSo punctually forward, as Place, Time, HAnd other circumstance would have made a man. HFor you are a handsome woman: would you were wise, too. HI am a Gentleman, come here disguis'd, HOnely to finde the Knaueries of this Citadell, HAnd where I might have wrong'd your honor, and have not, HI claime some interest in your loue. You are, HThey say, a Widdow, rich: and I am a Batcheler, HWorth naught. Your fortunes may make me a man, HAs mine have preseru'd you a woman. Think upon it, HAnd whether, I have deseru'd you, or no. LI will, Sir. HAnd for these Household-Rogues, let me alone. HTo treat with them. AHow doth my noble Diego? AAnd my deare Madame, Countesse? Hath the Count ABeen courteous, Lady? liberall? and open? ADonzell, me*thinkes you looke melancholike, AAfter your Coitum, and scuruy! True-ly, AI do not like the dulnesse of your eye: AIt hath a heauy cast, it is vpsee Dutch, AAnd says you are a lumpish Whore-master. ABe lighter, I will make your pockets so. HWill you, Don Baud, and Pick-purse? How now? Reele you? HStand up Sir, you shall finde since I am so heauy, HI will give you a*equall weight. AHelp, Murder. HNo Sir. HThere is no such thing intended. A good Cart, HAnd a cleane Whip shall ease you of that feare. HI am the Spanish Don, that should be cossened, HDo you see? cossened. Where is your Captaine Face? HThat parcell-Broker, and whole-Baud, all Raskall. BHow, Surly! HO, make your approach, good Captaine. HI have found, from whence your Copper Rings, and Spoones HCome now, wherewith you cheate abroad in Tauernes. HIt was here, you learn'd to annoint your boote with Brimstone, HThen rub mens Gold on it, for a kinde of touch, HAnd say it was naught, when you had chang'd the colour, HThat you might have it for nothing. And this Doctor, HYour sooty, smoaky-bearded Compeere, He HWill close you so much Gold, in a Bolts-head, HAnd, on a turne, conuay (in the stead) another HWith sublim'd Mercury, that shall burst in the heate, HAnd flye out all 7in 7fumo. Then weepes Mammon. HThen swounes his Worship. Or he is the Faustus, HThat casteth figures, and can coniure, cures HPlague, Piles, and Poxe, by the Ephemerides, HAnd holds intelligence, with all the Baudes, HAnd Midwiues of three Shires. While you send in -- HCaptaine, (what is he gone?) Dam'sells with child, HWiues, that are barren, or, the waiting-Maide HWith the Greene-sicknesse. Nay Sir, you must tarry HThough he be scap't; and answere, by the eares, Sir. JonAlch4.7 BWhy, now is the time, if euer you will quarrell BWell (as they say) and be a true-borne Child. BThe Doctor, and your Sister both are abus'd. KWhere is he? Which is he? He is a Slaue KWhat ere he is, and the Sonne of a Whore. Are you KThe Man, Sir, I would know? HI should be loth, Sir, HTo confesse so much. KThen you lie, in your throte. HHow? BA very errant Rogue, Sir, and a Cheater, BEmployd here, by another Coniurer, BThat does not loue the Doctor, and would crosse him BIf he knew how -- HSir you are abus'd. KYou lie. KAnd it is no matter. BWell said, Sir. He is BThe impudent'st Raskall -- HYou are indeed. Will you heare Hme, Sir? BBy no meanes. Bid him be gone. KBe gone Sir, quickly. HThis is strange! Lady, do you informe your Brother. BThere is not such a Foyst, in all the towne, BThe Doctor had him, presently: And findes, yet, BThe Spanish Count will come, here. Beare up, Subtle. AYes Sir, he must appeare, within this hower. BAnd yet this Rogue, would come, in a disguise, BBy the temptation of another Spirit, BTo trouble our Art, though he could not hurt it. KAye, KI know -- Away, you talke like a foolish Mauther. HSir, all in truth, she says. BDo not beleeue him, Sir: BHe is the lying'st Swabber. Come your wayes, Sir. HYou are valiant out of Company. KYes, how then Sir? BNay, here is an honest fellow too, that knowes him, BAnd all his tricks. Make good what I say, Abel, BThis Cheater would have cossen'd thee of the Widdow. BHe owes this honest Drugger, here, seuen pound, BHe has had of him, in two-peny'orths of Tobacco. EYes Sir. And he hath damn'd himselfe three termes, to Epay me. BAnd what does he owe for Lotium? EThirty shillings, Sir: EAnd for six Syringes. HHydra of villany! BNay, Sir you must quarrell him out of the house. KI will. KSir, if you get not out of doores, you lie, KAnd you are a Pimpe. HWhy this is madnesse, Sir, HNot valure in you: I must laugh at this. KIt is my humor: you are a Pimpe, and a Trig, KAnd an Amadis de Gaule or a Don Quixote. EOr a Knight of the curious coxcombe. Do you see? JPeace to the Houshold. KI will keepe peace, for no man. JCasting of Dollers is concluded lawfull. KIs he the Constable? APeace Ananias. BNo, Sir. KThen you are an Otter, and a Shad, a Whit, KA very Tim. HYou will heare me Sir? KI will not. JWhat is the Motiue. AZeale, in the yong Gentleman, AAgainst him Spanish slops. JThey are profane, JLeud, superstitious, and idolatrous Breeches. HNew Raskals! KWill you be gone, Sir? JAuoid JSathan, JThou art not of the light. That Ruffe of pride, JAbout thy neck, betrayes thee: and is the same JWith that, which the vncleane Birds, in seuenty-seuen, JWere seene to pranke it with, on diuers coasts. JThou look'st like Antichrist, in that leud hat. HI must give way. KBe gone Sir. HBut i will take HA course with you -- JDepart, proud Spanish Fiend. HCaptaine, and Doctor. JChild of perdition. KHence KSir. KDid I not quarrell brauely? BYes indeed Sir. KNay if I give my minde to it, I shall do it, BO you must follow Sir, and threaten him tame. BHe will turne againe else. KI will re-turne him, then. BDrugger, this Rogue preuented us, for thee: BWe had determin'd, that thou shouldst have come, BIn a Spanish sute, and have carried her so; and he BA Brokerly slaue, goes, puts it on himselfe. BHast brought the Damask? EYes Sir. BThou must borrow, BA Spanish suite. Hast thou no credit with the Players? EYes Sir, did you neuer see me play the Foole? BI know not Nab. Thou shalt, if I can help it. BHieronimo's old Cloke, Ruffe, and Hat will serue: BI will tell thee more, when thou bringst them. JSir, I know JThe Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath Spies Jupon their Actions: And that this was one JI make no scruple. But the holy Synode JHave been in prayer, and meditation, for it. JAnd it is reueald no lesse, to them, then me, JThat casting of Money is most lawfull. ATrue. ABut here, I cannot do it; if the House AShould chance to be suspected, all would out. AAnd we be lock'd up, in the Tower, for*euer, ATo make Gold there: (for the state) neuer come out. AAnd, then, are you defeated. JI will tell JThis to the Elders, and the weaker Brethren, JThat the whole Company of the Separation JMay ioyne in humble prayer againe. A(And fasting.) JYea, for some fitter place. The Peace of minde JRest with these walles. AThankes, courteous Ananias. BWhat did he come for? AAbout casting Dollers, APresently, out of hand. And so, I told him, AA Spanish Minister came here to spie AAgainst the Faithfull -- BI conceiue. Come Subtle, BThou art so downe upon the least disaster! BHow wouldst thou have done, if I had not helpt thee out? AI thanke thee Face, for the Angry Boy, i-faith. BWho would have lookt, it should have been that Raskall? BSurly? He had dy'd his beard, and all. Well, Sir, BHere is Damask come, to make you a suite. AWhere is Drugger? BHe is gone to borrow me a Spanish habite, BI will be the Count, now. ABut where is the Widdow? BWithin, with my Lords Sister: Madame Dol BIs entertaining her. ABy your fauour, Face, ANow she is honest, I will stand againe. BYou will not offer it? AWhy? BStand to your word, BOr -- Here comes Dol. She knows -- AYou are tyrannous still. BStrict for my right. How now, Dol? Hast told her, BThe Spanish Count will come? CYes, but another is come, CYou little look'd for. BWho is that? CYour Master: CThe Master of the House. AHow Dol? BShe lies. BThis is some trick. Come leaue your Quiblins, Dorothee. CLooke out, and see. AAre thou in earnest? C'Slight CForty of the Neighbours are about him, talking. BIt is he, by this good day. CIt will proue ill day, CFor some of us. BWe are undone, and taken. CLost, I am afraid. AYou said he would not come, AWhile there dyed one a Weeke, within the Liberties. BNo: it was within the Walls. AWas it so? Cry' you mercy: AI thought the Liberties. What shall we do now, Face? BBe silent, not a word, if he call, or knock. BI will into mine old shape againe, and meet him, BOf Ieremie, the Butler. In the meane time, BDo you two pack up all the goods, and purchase, BThat we can carry in the two trunkes. I will keepe him BOff for to*day, if I cannot longer: And then BAt night, I will ship you both away to Ratcliffe, BWhere we will meet to*morrow, and then we will share. BLet Mammon's Brasse, and Peuter keep the Cellar: BWe will have another time for that. But, Dol, B'Pray thee goe heate a little water, quickly, BSubtle must shave me. All my Captaines beard BMust off, to make me appeare smooth Ieremy. BYou will do it? AYes I will shaue you, as well as I can. BAnd not cut my throte, but trim me? AYou shall see, Sir. JonAlch5.1 FHas there been such resort, say you? WDaily, Sir. WAnd nightly, too. WAye, some as braue as Lords. WLadies, and Gentlewomen. WCitizens Wiues. WAnd Knights. WIn Coaches. WYes and Oyster-women. 005:01;080 WBeside other Gallants. WSaylors Wiues. WTabacco Wmen. WAnother Pimlico. FWhat should my Knaue aduance, FTo draw this company? He hung out no Banners FOf a strange Calfe, with fiue legs, to be seene? FOr a huge Lobstar, with six clawes? WNo Sir. WWe had gone in, then, Sir. FHe has no guift FOf Teaching in the nose, that ere I knew of! FYou saw no Bils set up, that promis'd cure FOf Agues, or the Tooth-ach? WNo such thing, Sir. FNor heard a Drum strooke, for Babouns, or Puppets? WNeither Sir. FWhat deuise should he bring forth now? FI loue a teeming wit, as I loue my nourishment. F'Pray God he have not kept such open house, FThat he hath sold my hangings, and my bedding: FI left him nothing else. If he have eate them, FA plague on the Moath, say I. Sure he has got FSome baudy Pictures, to call all his Ging; FThe Frier, and the Nun; or the new Motion FOf the Knights Courser, couering the Parsons Mare; FThe Boy of six yeare old, with the great thing: FOr it may be, he has the fleas that runne at Tilt, Fupon a Table, or some Dog to Daunce? FWhen saw you him? WWho Sir, Ieremie? WIeremie WButler? WWe saw him not, this mont'h. FHow! WNot these fiue Wweekes, Sir. WThese six weekes, at the least. FYou amaze me, Neighbours. 005:01;081 WSure, if your Worship know not where he is, WHe is slipt away. WPray God, he be not made away. FHa! It is no time to question, then. WAbout WSome three weekes since, I heard a dolefull cry, WAs I sate up, a*mending my wiues stockings. FThis is strange! that none will answere! Didst thou heare FA cry, saist thou? WYes Sir, like vnto a Man WThat had been strangled an hower, and could not speake. WI heard it too, iust this day three weekes, at two a*clock WNext morning. FThese be miracles, or you make them so! FA man an hower strangled, and could not speake, FAnd both you heard him cry? WYes, downward, Sir. FThou art a wise fellow. Give me thy hand, I pray thee. FWhat trade art thou, of? WA Smith, if it please your WWorship. FA Smith? Then, lend me thy help, to get this dore open. WThat I will presently, Sir, but fetch my tooles -- WSir. Best to knock againe, afore you breake it. JonAlch5.2 FI will. BWhat meane you Sir? XO, Here is Ieremie! BGood Sir. Come from the dore. FWhy? what is the Fmatter? BYet farder, you are too neare, yet. FIn the name of wonder, FWhat meanes the fellow? BThe House, Sir, has been visited. FWhat? with the Plague? stand thou then farder. BNo, Sir, BI had it not. FWho had it then? I left FNone else, but thee, in the house. BYes, Sir. My Fellow, BThe Cat, that kept the Buttry, had it on her BA weeke, before I spied it: But I got her BConuay'd away, in the night. And so I shut BThe house up for a Month -- FHow! BPurposing then, Sir. BTo have burnt Rose-vinegar, Triackle, and Tarre, BAnd, have made it sweet, that you should ne'er have knowne it: BBecause I knew the Newes would but afflict you, Sir. FBreath lesse, and farder off. Why this is stranger FThe Neighbors tell me all, here, that the Dores FHave still been open. BHow Sir? FGallants, Men, and FWomen, FAnd of all sorts, tag-rag, been seene to flock here FIn threaues, these ten weekes, as to a second Hogs-den, FIn dayes of Pimlico, and Eye-bright. BSir. BTheir wisedomes will not say so. FTo*day, they speake FOf Coaches, and Gallants; one in a French-hood, FWent in, they tell me: and another was seene FIn a Veluet Gowne, at the windore. Diuerse more FPasse in and out. BThey did pass through the dores then, BOr walls, I assure their Eyesights, and their Spectacles; BFor here, Sir, are the keyes; and here have been, BIn this my pocket, now, about twenty dayes. BAnd for before, I kept the Fort alone, there. BBut that it is yet not deepe in the afternoone, BI should beleeue my Neighbours had seene double BThrough the Black-pot, and made these apparitions: BFor, on my faith to your Worship, for these three weekes BAnd upwards, the dore has not been open'd. FStrange! WGood faith, I think I saw a Coach! WAnd I too, WI would have been sworne! FDo you but think it now? FAnd but one Coach? WWe cannot tell, Sir. Ieremy WIs a very honest fellow. BDid you see me at all? WNo. That we are sure of. WI will be sworne of that. FFine Rogues, to have your testimonies built on! WIs Ieremy come? WO yes, you may leaue your tooles, WWe were deceiu'd he saies. WHe has had the keyes, WAnd the dore has bin shut these three weeks. WLike enough. FPeace, and get hence, you Changelings. BSurly come! BAnd Mammon made acquainted? They will tell all. B(How shall I beate them off? What shall I do?) BNothing is more wretched, then a guilty conscience. JonAlch5.3 HNo Sir, He was a great Phisitian. This, HIt was no Baudy-house: But a meere Chancell. HYou knew the Lord, and his Sister. GNay good Surly -- HThe happy word, Be rich -- GPlay not the Tyranne -- HShould be to*day pronounc'd, to all your friends. HAnd where be your Andirons now? And your Brasse Pots? HThat should have been Golden Flaggons, and great Wedges? GLet me but breath. What! They have shut their dores, GMe*thinkes. HAye, now, it is Holyday with them. GRogues, GCoseners, Impostors, Baudes. BWhat meane you, Sir? GTo enter if we can. BAnother mans house? BHere is the Owner, Sir. Turne you to him, BAnd speake your businesse. GAre you, Sir, the Owner? FYes, Sir. GAnd are those Knaues, within, your Cheaters? FWhat Knaues? What Cheaters? GSubtle, and his Lungs. BThe Gentleman is distracted, Sir. No Lungs BNor Lights have been seene here these three weekes, Sir, BWithin these dores, upon my word. HYour word, HGroome arrogant? BYes Sir, I am the House-keeper, BAnd know the keyes have not been out of my hands. HThis is a new Face! BYou do mistake the house, Sir. BWhat signe was it at? HYou Raskall. This is one HOf the Confederacie. Come let us get Officers! HAnd force the dore. F'Pray you stay, Gentlemen. HNo, Sir, we will come with warrant. GAye, and then, GWe shall have your dores open. FWhat meanes this? BI cannot tell Sir. WThese are two of the Gallants, WThat we do think we saw. BTwo of the Fooles? BYou talke as idly as they. Good faith, Sir, BI think the Moone has cras'd them all. (O me, BThe Angry Boy come too? He will make a noyse BAnd nere away till he have betrayed us all.) KWhat Rogues, Baudes, Slaues, you will open the dore anone. KPunque, Cocatrice, my Suster. By this light KI will fetch the Marshall to you. You are a Whore, KTo keepe your Castle. BWho would you speake with, Sir? KThe baudy Doctor, and the Cosening Captaine, KAnd Pus my Suster. FThis is something, sure! Bupon my trust, the dores were neuer open, Sir. KI have heard all their tricks, told me twice ouer, KBy the fat Knight, and the leane Gentleman. FHere comes another. BAnanias too? BAnd his Pastor? IThe dores are shut against us. JCome forth, you Seed of Vipers, Sonnes of Belial, JYour wickednesse is broke forth: Abhomination JIs in the House. KMy Suster is there. JThe place, JIt is become a Cage of vncleane birds. KAye, I will fetch the Scauenger, and the Cunstable. IYou shall do well. JWe will ioyne, to weede them out. KYou will not come then? Punque, Deuise, my Suster? JCall her not Sister. She is a Harlot, verily. KI will raise the street. FGood Gentlemen, a word. JSathan, auoide, and hinder not our zeale. FThe world is turn'd Bet'lem. BThese are all broke loose, BOut of S% Katherines, where they vse to keepe, BThe better sort of Mad-folkes. WAll these Persons WWe saw goe in, and out here. WYes, indeed Sir. WThese were the Parties. BPeace, you Drunkards. Sir, BI wonder at it! Please you, to give me leaue BTo touch the dore, I will try and the Lock be chang'd. FIt mazes me! BGood faith, Sir, I beleeue, BThere is no such thing. It is all Deceptio visus. BWould I could get him away. DMr% Captaine, Mr% Doctor. FWho is that? B(Our Clearke within, that I forgot) I know Bnot, Sir. DFor Gods sake, when will her Grace be at leasure? BHa! BIllusions, some spirit of the ayre: (His gag is melted, BAnd now he sets out the throte.) DI am almost stifled -- B(Would you were altogether.) FIt is in the house. FHa! List. BBeleeue it Sir, in the ayre. FPeace, you -- DMine Aunts Grace does not vse me well. AYou Foole, APeace, you will marre all. BOr you will else, you Rogue. FO, is it so? Then you conuerse with spirits. FCome Sir. No more of your tricks, good Ieremy, FThe truth, the shortest way. BDismisse this rabble, Sir. BWhat shall I do? I am catch'd. FGood Neighbours, FI thanke you all. You may depart. Come Sir, FYou know that I am an indulgent Master: FAnd therefore conceale nothing. What is your med'cine, FTo draw so many seuerall sorts of wild-foule? BSir, you were wont to affect mirth, and wit. BBut here is no place to talke of it in the street. BGive me but leaue, to make the best of my fortune, BAnd onely pardon me the abuse of your House. BIt is all I begge. I will help you to a Widdow, BIn recompence, that you shall give me thankes for, BWill make you seauen yeers yonger, and a rich one. BIt is but your putting on a Spanish Cloake, BI have her within. You neede not feare the House. BIt was not visited. FBut by me, who came FSooner then you expected. BIt is true, Sir. B'Pray you forgiue me. FWell: Let us see your Widdow. JonAlch5.4 AHow! have you eaten your gag? DYes faith, it crumbled DAway in my mouth. AYou have spoil'd all then. DNo, DI hope my Aunt of Faery will forgiue me. AYour Aunt is a gracious Lady, but in truth AYou were to blame. DThe fume did ouercome me, DAnd I did do it to stay my stomack. 'Pray you DSo satisfie her Grace. Here comes the Captaine. BHow now! Is his mouth downe? AAye, he has spoken! B(A poxe, I heard him, and you too.) He is vndone, then. BI have been faine to say, the House is haunted BWith Spirits, to keepe Churle back. AAnd hast thou done it? BSure, for this night. AWhy then triumph, and sing AOf Face so famous, the precious King AOf present wits. BDid you not heare the coyle, BAbout the dore? AYes, and I dwindled with it. BShew him his Aunt, and let him be dispatch'd: BI will send her to you. AWell Sir, your Aunt her Grace, AWill give you audience presently, on my sute, AAnd the Captaines word, that you did not eate your gag, AIn any contempt of her Highnesse. DNot I, in troth, Sir. AHere she is come. Downe on your knees, and wriggle: AShe has a stately presence. Good. Yet nearer, AAnd bid God saue her. DMadame. AAnd your Aunt. CNephew, we thought to have been angry, with you: CBut that sweet face of yours, hath turn'd the tide, CAnd made it flow with Ioy, that eb'd of Loue. CArise, and touch our veluet Gowne. AThe Skirts, AAnd kisse them. So. CLet me now stroke that head. CMuch, Nephew, shalt thou winne, much shalt thou spend; CMuch shalt thou give away, much shalt thou Lend. AAye, much indeede. Why do you not thanke her Grace? DI cannot speake, for Ioy. ASee, the kinde wretch! AYour Graces kins-man right. CGive me the Bird. CHere is your Flye in a Purse, about your neck, Cosen, CWeare it, and feede it, about this day seu'night, COn your right wrist. AOpen a veyne, with a Pinne, AAnd let it suck but once a weeke. Till then, AYou must not looke of it. CNo. And Kinsman, CBeare your*selfe worthy of the blood you come of. AHer Grace would have you eate no more Wool-sack pies, ANor Dagger Frumenty. CNor breake his fast, CIn Heauen, and Hell. AShe is with you euery*where. ANor play with Coster-mongers at Mum-chance, Tray-trip, AGod make you rich (when as your Aunt has done it:) but keepe AThe Gallant'st company, and the best Games. DYes, Sir. AGleeke and Primero; and what you get be true to us. DBy this hand, I will. AYou may bring us a Thousand Apound. ABefore to*morrow night, (if but three Thousand ABe stirring) if you will. DI sweare, I will then. AYour Fly will learne you all Games. BHave you done there? AYour Grace will command him no more duties? CNo: CBut come, and see me often. I may chance CTo leaue him three or foure hundred Chests of Treasure, CAnd some fiue thousand Acres of Faerie Land: CIf he Game well, and comely, with good Gamsters. AThere is a kinde Aunt! Kisse her departing part. ABut you must sell your forty marke a yeare, now. DAye, Sir, I meane. AOr gi it away. A poxe of it. BI will gi it mine Aunt. I will goe and fetch the writings. AIt is well, away. BWhere is Subtle? AHere. What newes? BDrugger is at the dore, goe take his suite, BAnd bid him fetch a Parson presently. BSay he shall marry the Widdow. Thou shalt spend BA hundred pound by the seruice. Now, Queene Dol, BHave you pack'd up all? CYes. BAnd how do you like BThe Lady Plyant? CA good dull Innocent. AHere is your Hieronimo's cloake, and hat. BGive me them. AAnd the Ruffe too? BYes, I will come to you presently. ANow, he is gone about his proiect, Dol, AI told you of, for the Widdow. CIt is direct CAgainst our Articles. AWell, we will fit him, Wench. AHast thou gull'd her of her Iewels, or her Bracelets? CNo, but I will do it. ASoone at night, my Dolly, AWhen we are shipt, and all our goods aboord, AEast-ward for Ratcliffe, we will turne our course ATo Brainford, Westward, if thou saist the word, AAnd take our leaues of this ore-weening Raskall, AThis peremptory Face. CContent. I am weary of him, AThou 'hast cause, when the Slaue will runne a*wiuing, Dol, AAgainst the Instrument, that was drawne betweene us. CI will pluck his Bird as bare as I can. AYes, tell her, AShe must by any meanes, addresse some present ATo the Cunning man, make him amends for wronging AHis Art with her suspition, send a Ring, AOr chaine of Pearle, she will be tortur'd else AExtreamely in her sleepe, say, and have strange things ACome to her, wilt thou? CYes. AMy fine Flitter-mouse, AMy bird of the night; we will tickle it at the Pigeons, AWhen we have all, and may vnlock the Trunks, AAnd say, this is mine, and thine, and thine, and mine -- BWhat now, a*billing? AYes, a little exalted AIn the good passage of our Stock-affaires. BDrugger has brought his Parson, take him in, Subtle, BAnd send him back againe, to wash his face. AI will: and shaue himselfe? BIf you can get him. CYou are hote upon it Face, what*ere it is. BA trick, that Dol shall spend ten pound a month by. BIs he gone? AThe Chaplaine waites you in the hall, Sir. BI will goe bestow him. CHe will now marry her, instantly. AHe cannot yet, he is not ready. Deare Dol, ACosen her of all thou canst. To deceiue him AIs no deceipt, but Iustice; that would breake ASuch an inextricable tye as ours was. CLet me alone to fit him. BCome my Venturers. BYou have pack'd up all? Where be the Trunkes? Bring forth. AHere. BLet us see them. Where is the Money? AHere, AIn this. BMammons tenne pound: Eight score before. BThe Brethrens mony, this. Druggers and Dappers. BWhat Paper is that? CThe Iewell of the waiting Maides, CThat stole it from her Lady, to know certaine -- BIf she should have precedence of her Mistresse? CYes. BWhat boxe is that? AThe Fish-wiues rings, I think. AAnd the Alewiues single mony. Is it not Dol? CYes; and the whistle, that the Saylors wife CBrought you, to know, and her Husband were with Ward. BWe will wet it to*morrow: and our Siluer-beakers, BAnd Tauerne cups. Where be the French Peticoats, BAnd Girdles, and Hangers? AHere, in the Trunke, AAnd the Bolts of Lawne. BIs Druggers Damaske, there? BAnd the Tobacco? AYes. BGive me the Keyes. CWhy you the Keyes? ANo matter, Dol, because AWe shall not open them, before he comes. BIt is true, you shall not open them, indeed, BNor have them forth. Do you see? Not forth, Dol. CNo? BNo my Smock-rampant. The right is, my Master BKnowes all, has pardon'd me, and he will keepe them. BDoctor it is true (you looke) for all your Figures. BI sent for him, indeed. Wherefore good Partners, BBoth He and She, be satisfied. For here BDetermines the Indenture tripartite BTwixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do BIs to helpe you ouer the wall, on the backside; BOr lend you a sheet, to saue your Veluet Gowne, Doll. BHere will be Officers presently; bethinke you, BOf some course sodainly to scape the Dock, BFor thether you will come else. Harke you, Thunder. AYou are a precious fiend! WOpen the dore. BDol, I am sorry for thee i-faith. But hearst thou? BIt shall goe hard, but I will place thee somewhere: BThou shalt have my Letter to Mrs Amo. CHang you -- BOr Madame Imporiall. CPoxe upon you, Rogue, CWould I had but time to beate thee. BSubtle, BLet us know where you set up next; I will send you BA Customer, now and then, for old acquaintance: BWhat new course have you? ARogue, I will hang my*selfe AThat I may walke a greater diuell, then thou, AAnd haunt thee in the Flock-bed, and the Buttery. JonAlch5.5 FWhat do you meane my Masters? GOpen your Dore, GCheaters, Baudes, Coniurers. WOr we will breake it Wopen. FWhat warrant have you? WWarrant inough, Sir, doubt Wnot, WIf you will not open it. FIs there an Officer, there? WYes, two, or three for failing. FHave but patience, FAnd I will open it straight. BSir, Have you done? BIs it a Marriage? perfect? FYes, my Braine? BOff with your Russe, and Cloake then, be your*selfe, Sir. HDown with the dore. K'Slight, ding it open. FHold. FHold Gentlemen, what meanes this violence? GWhere is this Colliar? HAnd my Captaine Face? GThese day-Owles. HThat are Birding in mens purses. GMadame Suppository. KDoxey, my Suster. JLocusts JOf the foule pit. IProfane as Bel, and the Dragon. JWorse then the Grasse-hoppers, or the Lice of A*Egypt. FGood Gentlemen, heare me. Are you Officers, FAnd cannot stay this violence? WKeepe the peace. FGentlemen, what is the matter? Whom do you seeke? GThe Chymicall Cousoner. HAnd the Captaine Pandar. KThe Nun my Suster. GMadame Rabbi. JScorpions, JAnd Caterpillers. FFewer at once, I pray you. WOne after another, Gentlemen, I charge you WBy vertue of my staffe -- JThey are the vessels JOf shame, and of dishonour. FGood zeale, lye still, FA little while. IPeace, Deacon Ananias. FThe House is mine here, and the dores are open: FIf there be any such persons, as you seeke for, FVse your authorities, search on o' Gods name. FI am but newly come to towne, and finding FThis tumult 'bout my dore (to tell you true) FIt somewhat mazd me; till my Man, here (fearing FMy more displeasure) told me had dome FSomewhat an insolent part, let out my house F(Belike, presuming on my knowne auersion FFrom any ayre of the towne, while there was Sicknesse) FTo a Doctor, and a Captaine, who what they are, FOr where they be, he knowes not. GAre they gone? FYou may goe in, and search, Sir. Here, I finde FThe empty Walls, worse then I left them, smoak'd, FA few crack'd pots and Glasses, and a Fornace, FThe Seeling fill'd with Poesies of the Candle: FAnd Madame, with a Dildo, writ on the walles. FOnely one Gentlewoman, I met here, FThat is within, that said she was a Widdow -- KAye that is my Suster. I will goe thumpe her. Where is she? FAnd should have married a Spanish Count, but he, FWhen he came to it, neglected her so grossely, FThat I, a Widdower, am gone through with her. HHow! Have I lost her then? FWere you the Don, Sir? FGood faith, now, she does blame you extreamely, and sayes FYou swore, and told her, you had tane the paines, FTo dye your beard, and vmbre o'er your face, FBorrowed a Sute, and Ruffe, all for her Loue; FAnd then did nothing. What an ouer sight, FAnd want of putting forward, Sir, was this! FWell fare an old Hargubuzier, yet, FCould prime his poulder, and give fire, and hit. FAll in a twinckling. GThe whole nest are fledde! FWhat sort of Birds were they? GA kinde of Choughes GOr theeuish Dawes, Sir, that have pickt my purse GOf Eight-score, and ten Pounds, within these fiue weekes, GBeside my first Materials; and my Goods, GThat lye in the Cellar: which I am glad, they have left. GI may have home yet. FThink you so Sir? GAye. FBy order of Law, Sir, but not otherwise. GNot mine owne stuffe? FSir, I can take no knowledge, FThat they are yours, but by publique meanes. FIf you can bring certificate, that you were gull'd of them, FOr any formall Writ, out of a Court, FThat you did cosen your*selfe; I will not hold them. GI will rather loose them. FThat you shall not, Sir, FBy me, in troth. upon these termes they are yours. FWhat should they have been, Sir, turn'd into Gold all? GNo. GI cannot tell. It may be they should. What then? FWhat a great losse in hope have you sustain'd? GNot I, the Commonwealth has. BAye, he would have built BThe Citie new; and made a Ditch about it BOf Siluer, should have runne with Creame from Hogsden: BThat, euery Sunday in More-fields, the Younkers, BAnd Tits, and Tom-boyes should have fed on gratis. GI will goe mount a Turnep-cart, and preach GThe end of the world within these two months. Surly, GWhat! in a Dreame? HMust I needes cheat my*selfe, HWith that same foolish vice of Honesty! HCome let us goe, and hearken out the Rogues. HThat Face I will marke for mine, if ere I meete him. BIf I can heare of him, Sir, I will bring you word, BVnto your lodging: for in troth, they were strangers BTo me, I thought them honest, as my*selfe, Sir. IIt is well, the Saints shall not loose all yet. Goe, IAnd get some Carts -- FFor what, my zealous Friends? JTo beare away the portion of the Righteous, JOut of this denne of Theeues. FWhat is that portion? JThe goods, sometimes the Orphanes, that the Brethren JBought with their Siluer pence. FWhat, those in the Cellar, FThe Knight, Sir Mammon claims? JI do defie JThe wicked Mammon, so do all the Brethren, JThou prophane Man. I aske thee, with what conscience JThou canst aduance that Nimrod, against us, JThat have the seale? Were not the Shillings numbred, JThat made the Pounds? were not the Pounds told out, Jupon the second day of the fourth weeke, JIn the eight month, upon the table dormant, JThe yeare, of the last patience of the Saints, JSixe hundred and tenne. FMine earnest vehement Botcher, FAnd Deacon also, I cannot dispute with you, FBut, if you get you not away the sooner, FI shall confute you, with a Cudgell. JSir. IBe patient Ananias. JI am strong, JAnd will stand up, well girt, against an Host, JThat threaten Gad in exile. FI shall send you FTo Amstredam, to your Cellar. JI will pray there JAgainst thy House: May Dogges defile thy walles, JAnd Waspes and Hornets breed beneath thy roofe, JThis seat of falsehood, and this caue of cos'nage. FAnother too? ENot I Sir, I am no Brother. FAway you Harry Nicholas, do you talke? BNo this was Abel Drugger. Good Sir, goe. BAnd satisfie him; tell him, all is done: BHe stay'd too long a*washing of his face. BThe Doctor, he shall heare of him at Westchester: BAnd of the Captaine, tell him at Yarmouth, or BSome good Port-towne else, lying for a winde. BIf you can get off the Angry Child now, Sir -- KCome on, you Yew, you have match'd most sweetly, have you Knot? KDid not I say, I would neuer have you tupt KBut by a dub'd Boy, to make you a Lady-Tom? K'Slight, you are a Mammet! O, I could touse you, now. KDeath, mun' you marry with a poxe? FYou lye, Boy; FAs sound as you: and I am afore-hand with you. KAnone? FCome, will you quarrell? I will seize you, sirrah. FWhy do you not buckle to your tooles? KGods light! KThis is a fine Old Boy, as ere I saw! FWhat do you change your coppy now? Proceede, FHere stands my Doue: stoope at her, if you dare. K'Slight I must loue him: I cannot choose i-faith, KIf I should be hang'd for it. Suster, I protest KI honour thee, for this match. FO do you so, Sir. KYes, and thou canst take Tobacco, and drinke, Old Boy, KI will give her fiue hundred pound more, to her Marriage, KThen her owne State. FFill a pipe-full, Ieremie. BYes, but goe in, and take it, Sir. FWe will. FI will be rul'd by thee in any*thing, Ieremy. K'Slight, thou art not Hide-bound, thou art a Iouy Boy! KCome let us in pray thee, and take our Whiffes. FWhiffe in with your Sister, brother Boy. That Master FThat had receiu'd such happinesses by a Seruant, FIn such a Widdow, and with so much wealth, FWere very vngratefull, if he would not be FA little indulgent to that Seruants wit, FAnd help his fortune, though with some small straine FOf his owne candor. Therefore Gentlemen, FAnd kinde Spectators, if I have out stript FAn old mans grauitie, or strict canon, think FWhat a yong Wife, and a good Brayne may do: FStretch Ages truth sometimes, and crack it too. FSpeake for thy*selfe, Knaue. BSo I will Sir. Gentlemen, BMy part a little fell in this last Scene, BYet it was decorum. And though I am cleane BGot off, from Subtle, Surly, Mammon, Dol, BHot Ananias, Dapper, Drugger, all BWith whom I traded; yet I put my*selfe BOn you, that are my Country: And this Pelfe, BWhich I have got, if you do quit me, rests