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To the Lady, most aequall with vertue, and her Blood: The Grace, and Glory of women. MARY LA:WROTH.Madame,

In the Age of Sacrifices, the truth of Religion was not in the greatnes, and fat of the Offrings, but in the deuotion, and zeale of the Sacrificers: Else, what could a handful of Gummes haue done in the sight of a Hecatombe? Or how, yet, might a gratefull minde be furnish’d against the iniquitie of Fortune; except, when she fail’d it, it had power to impart it selfe? A way found out, to ouercome euen those, whom Fortune hath enabled to returne most, since they, yet leaue themselues more. In this assurance am I planted; and stand with those affections at this Altar, as shall no more auoide the light and witnesse, then they doe the conscience of your vertue. If what I offer beare an acceptable odour, & hold the first strength: It is your valew, that remembers, where, when, and to whom it was kindled. Otherwise, in these times, there comes rarely forth that thing, so full of authoritie, or example, but by daylinesse and custome, growes lesse and looses. But this, safe in your iudgement (which is a SIDNEYS) is forbidden to speake more; least it talke, or looke like one of the ambitious Faces of the time: who, the more they paint, are the lesse themselues.

Your La: true honorer. Ben. Ionson.

If thou beest more, thou art an Vnderstander, and then I trust thee. If thou art one that tak’st vp, and but a Pretender, beware at what hands thou receiu’st thy commoditie; for thou wert neuer more fair in the way to be cos’ned (then in this Age) in Poetry, especially in Playes: wherein, now, the Concupiscence of Iigges, and Daunces so raigneth, as to runne away from Nature, and be afraid of her, is the onely point of art that tickles the Spectators. But how out of purpose, and place, doe I name Art? when the Professors are growne so obstinate contemners of it, and presumers on their owne Naturalls, as they are deriders of all diligence that way, and by simple mocking at the termes, when they vnderstand not the things, thinke to get of wittily with their Ignorance. Nay, they are esteem’d the more learned, and sufficient for this, by the Multitude, through their excellent vice of iudgement. For they commend Writers, as they doe Fencers, or Wrastlers; who if they come in robustuously, and put for it with a great deale of violence, are receiu’d for the brauer fellowes: when many times their owne rudenesse is the cause of their disgrace, and a little touch of their Aduersary giues all that boisterous force the foyle. I deny not, but that these men, who alwaies seeke to doe more then inough, may some time happen on some thing that is good, and great; but very seldome: And when it comes it doth not recompence the rest of their ill. It sticks out perhaps, and is more eminent, because all is sordide, and vile about it: as lights are more discern’d in a thick darknesse, then a faint shadow. I speake not this, out of a hope to doe good on any man, against his will; for I know, if it were put to the question of theirs, and mine, the worse would finde more suffrages: because the most fauour common errors. But I giue thee this warning, that there is a great difference betweene those, that (to gain the opinion of Copie) vtter all they can, how euer vnfitly; and those that vse election, and a meane. For it is onely the disease of the vnskilfull, to thinke rude things greater then polish’d: or scatter’d more numerous then compos’d.

A Master, read in flatteries great skill,
Could not passe truth, though he would force his will,
By praising this too much, to get more praise
In his Art, then you out of yours doe raise.
Nor can full truth be vttered of your worth,
Vnlesse you your owne praises doe set forth:
None else can write so skilfully, to shew
Your praise: Ages shall pay, yet still must owe.
All I dare say, is, you haue written well,
In what exceeding height, I dare not tell.


Subtle. The Alchemist. Face. The House-keeper. Dol: Common. Their Colleague. Dapper. A Clearke. Drugger. A Tabacco-man. Love-Wit. Master of the House. Epicure Mammon. A Knight. Surly. A Gamster. Tribvlation. A Pastor of Amstredam. Ananias. A Deacon there. Kastril. The Angry Boy. Da: Pliant, His sister: A Widdow. Neighbours. Officers. Mutes.

T he Sicknesse hot, A Master quit, for feare,
H is House in Towne: and left one Seruant there.
E ase him corrupted, and gaue meanes to know
A Cheater, and his Punque; who now brought low,
L eauing their narrow practice, were become
C os’ners at large: and, onely wanting some
H ouse to set vp, with him they here contract,
E ach for a share, and all begin to act.
M uch company they draw, and much abuse
I n casting Figures, telling Fortunes, Newes,
S elling of Flyes, flat Bawdry, with the Stone:
T ill It, and They, and All in fume are gone.


FOrtune, that fauours Fooles, these two short howers
We wish away; both for your sakes, and ours,
Iudging Spectators: and desire in place,
To th’Author iustice, to our selues but grace.
Our Scene is London, ’cause we would make knowne,
No Countries mirth is better then our owne.
No Clime breedes better matter, for your Whore,
Baud, Squire, Impostor, many Persons more,
Whose manners, now call’d Humors, feede the Stage:
And which haue still beene Subiect, to the rage
Or spleene of Comick writers. Though this Pen
Did neuer ayme to grieue, but better Men;
How e’er the Age, he liues in, doth endure
The vices that she breedes, aboue their cure.
But, when the wholsome remedies are sweet,
And, in their working, Game, and Profit meete,
He hopes to finde no spirit so much diseas’d,
But will, with such fayre Correctiues, be pleas’d.
For here, he doth not feare, who can apply.
If there be any, that will sit so nigh
Vnto the streame, to looke what it doth runne,
They shall finde things, they’d thinke, or wish, were done;
They are so naturall follies: But so showne,
As euen the Doers may see, and yet not owne.


Scene 1

Face:
Beleeu it I will.


Subtle:
Thy worst. I fart at thee.


Dol:
Have you your wits? Why Gentlemen! for loue --


Face:
Sirah, I will strip you --


Subtle:
What to do? licke figs


Subtle:
Out at my --


Face:
Rogue, Rogue, out of all your sleights.


Dol:
Nay, looke ye! Soueraigne, General, are you Madmen?


Subtle:
O, let the wild sheepe loose. I will gumme your silkes


Subtle:
With good strong water, if you come.


Dol:
Will you have


Dol:
The neighbours heare you? Will you betray all?


Dol:
Hearke, I heare some*body.


Face:
Srah.


Subtle:
I shall marre


Subtle:
All that the Taylor has made; if you approach.


Face:
You most notorious whelpe, you insolent slaue,


Face:
Dare you do this?


Subtle:
Yes faith, yes faith.


Face:
Why! who


Face:
Am I, my Mungrill? Who am I?


Subtle:
I will tell you,


Subtle:
Since you know not your*selfe.


Face:
Speake lower, Rogue.


Subtle:
Yes. You were once (time is not long past) the good,


Subtle:
Honest, plaine, liuerie three-pound-Thrum; that kept


Subtle:
Your Maisters worships house, here, in the Friers,


Subtle:
For the vacations.


Face:
Will you be so loud?


Subtle:
Since, by my meanes, translated Suburb-Captaine.


Face:
By your meanes, Doctor Dog?


Subtle:
Within mans memory,


Subtle:
All this, I speake of.


Face:
Why, I pray you, have I


Face:
Been countenanc’d by you? or you, by me?


Face:
Do but collect, Sir where I met you first.


Subtle:
I do not heare well.


Face:
Not of this, I think it.


Face:
But I shall put you in minde, Sir at Pie-Corner,


Face:
Taking your meale of steeme in, from Cookes stalls


Face:
Where, like the Father of Hunger, you did walke


Face:
Piteously costiue with your pinch’d horne-nose,


Face:
And your complexion, of the Romane wash,


Face:
Stuck full of blacke, and melancholique wormes,


Face:
Like poulder cornes, shot, at the Artillery-yard.


Subtle:
I wish, you could aduance your voice, a little.


Face:
When you went pinn’d up, in the seuerall ragges,


Face:
You had rak’d, and pick’d from dunghils, before day,


Face:
Your feete in mouldy slippers, for your kibes,


Face:
A felt of rugg, and a thin thredden cloake,


Face:
That scarce would couer your no-buttockes.


Subtle:
So Sir.


Face:
When all your Alchemye, and your Algebra,


Face:
Your Mineralls, Vegetalls, and Animalls,


Face:
Your Coniuring, Cosning, and your dosen of Trades


Face:
Could not relieue your corps, with so much linnen


Face:
Would make you tinder, but to see a fire;


Face:
I gave you count’nance, credit for your Coales,


Face:
Your Stilles, your Glasses, your Materialls,


Face:
Built you a Fornace, drew you Customers,


Face:
Aduanc’d all your blacke Arts; lent you, beside,


Face:
A house to practise in.


Subtle:
Your Masters house?


Face:
Where you have studied the more thriuing skill


Face:
Of Bawdry, since.


Subtle:
Yes, in your Masters house.


Subtle:
You, and the Rats, here, kept possession.


Subtle:
Make it not strange, I know, you were one, could keepe


Subtle:
The Buttry-hatch still lock’d, and saue the chippings,


Subtle:
Sell the dole-beere to Aqua-vita*e men,


Subtle:
The which, together with your Christmasse vailes,


Subtle:
At Post, and Paire, your letting out of Counters,


Subtle:
Made you a pretty stocke some twenty markes,


Subtle:
And gaue you credit, to conuerse with cobwebs,


Subtle:
Here, since your Mistresse death hath broke up house.


Face:
You might talke softlier, Raskall.


Subtle:
No, you Scarabe,


Subtle:
I will thunder you, in peeces. I will teach you


Subtle:
How to beware, to tempt a Fury’ againe


Subtle:
That carries tempest in his hand, and voyce.


Face:
The Place has made you valiant.


Subtle:
No, your Clothes.


Subtle:
Thou Vermine have I tane thee, out of dung,


Subtle:
So poore, so wretched, when no liuing thing


Subtle:
Would keepe thee company, but a Spider, or worse?


Subtle:
Raysd thee from broomes, and dust, and watring pots?


Subtle:
Sublim’d thee, and exalted thee, and fix’d thee


Subtle:
In the third region, the high state of grace?


Subtle:
Wrought thee to spirit, to quintessence, with paines


Subtle:
Would twise have wonne me the Philosophers worke?


Subtle:
Put thee in words, and fashion? made thee fit


Subtle:
For more then ordinary fellowships?


Subtle:
Giu’n thee thy othes, thy quarrelling dimensions?


Subtle:
Thy rules, to cheate at horse-race, cock-pit, cardes,


Subtle:
Dice, or what*euer gallant tincture, else?


Subtle:
Made thee a Second, in mine owne great Art?


Subtle:
And have I this for thanke? Do you rebell?


Subtle:
Do you flye out, in the proiection?


Subtle:
Would you be gone now?


Dol:
Gentlemen, what meane you?


Dol:
Will you marre all?


Subtle:
Slaue, thou hadst had no Name,


Dol:
Will you vndoe your*selues, with ciuill warre?


Subtle:
Neuer been knowne, past Equi Clibanum,


Subtle:
The heate of horse-dung, vnder ground, in cellars,


Subtle:
Or an Ale-house, darker then deafe Iohn’s: been lost


Subtle:
To all mankinde, but Laundresses, and Tapsters,


Subtle:
Had not I been.


Dol:
Do you know who heares you, Soueraigne?


Face:
Srah --


Dol:
Nay Generall, I thought you were ciuill.


Face:
I shall turne desperate, if you grow thus loud.


Subtle:
And hang thyselfe, I care not.


Face:
Hang thee, Colliar,


Face:
And all thy pots, and pans, in picture I will,


Face:
Since thou hast mou’d me.


Dol:
o, this will ore throw all.


Face:
Write thee up Baud, in Paules; have all thy trickes


Face:
Of cosning with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings,


Face:
Searching for things lost, with a siue, and sheeres,


Face:
Erecting figures, in your rowes of Houses,


Face:
And taking in of shadowes, with a glasse,


Face:
Told in red letters: And a face, cut for thee,


Face:
Worse then Gamaliel Ratsey’s,


Dol:
Are you sound?


Dol:
Have you your senses, Masters?


Face:
I will have


Face:
A Booke, but barely reckoning thy Impostures,


Face:
Shall proue a true Philosophers stone, to Printers.


Subtle:
Away you Trencher-Raskall.


Face:
Out you Dog-leach,


Face:
The vomit of all prisons --


Dol:
Will you be


Dol:
Your owne destructions, Gentlemen?


Face:
Still spew’d out


Face:
For lying too heauy on the basket.


Dol:
Cheater.


Face:
Bawd.


Subtle:
Cowherd.


Face:
Couniurer.


Subtle:
Cutpurse.


Face:
Witch.


Dol:
O me.


Dol:
We are ruin’d lost. Have you no more regard


Dol:
To your reputations? Where is your iudgement? Slight,


Dol:
Have yet, some care of me, of your Republique.


Face:
Away this Brach. I will bring thee Rogue, within


Face:
The Statute of Sorcerie, tricesimo tertio


Face:
Of Harry the eight: Aye and (perhaps) thy neck


Face:
Within a noose, for laundring gold, and barbing.


Dol:
You will bring your head within a cocks-combe, will you?


Dol:
And you Sir, with your Menstrue, gather it up.


Dol:
S’death you abhominable payre of Stinkards


Dol:
Leaue off your barking and grow one againe,


Dol:
Or, by the light that shines, I will cut your throates.


Dol:
I will not be made a prey vnto the Marshall,


Dol:
For nere a snarling Dog-bolt of you both.


Dol:
Have you together cossen’d all this while,


Dol:
And all the world, and shall it now be said


Dol:
You have made most courteous shift, to cossen your*selues?


Dol:
You will accuse him? You will bring him in


Dol:
Within the Statute? Who shall take your word,


Dol:
A whoresonne, upstart, Apocryphall Captayne,


Dol:
Whom not a Puritane, in Black-Friers, will trust


Dol:
So much, as for a fether? And you, too,


Dol:
Will give the cause, forsooth? You will insult,


Dol:
And clayme a primacie, in the diuisions?


Dol:
You must be chiefe? as if you, onely, had


Dol:
The poulder to proiect with? and the worke


Dol:
Were not begunne out of a*equalitie?


Dol:
The venter tripartite? All things in common?


Dol:
Without prioritie? S’death, you perpetuall Curres,


Dol:
Fall to your couples, againe, and cossen kindly,


Dol:
And heartily, and louingly, as you should,


Dol:
And loose not the beginning of a Terme,


Dol:
Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too


Dol:
And, take my part, and quit you.


Face:
It is his fault,


Face:
He euer murmures, and obiects his paines,


Face:
And sayes, the weight of all lies upon him.


Subtle:
Why, so it does.


Dol:
How does it? Do not we


Dol:
Sustaine our parts?


Subtle:
Yes, but they are not a*equall.


Dol:
Why, if your part exceede to*day, I hope


Dol:
Ours may, to*morrow, match it.


Subtle:
Aye, they may.


Dol:
May, murmuring Mastiffe, Aye, and do. Gods will!


Dol:
Helpe me to thrattell him.


Subtle:
Dorothee, Mistresse Dorothee,


Subtle:
O’ds precious, I will do any*thing. What do you meane?


Dol:
Because of your Fermentation, and Cibation?


Subtle:
Not I, by heauen.


Dol:
Your Sol and Luna: help me.


Subtle:
Would I were hang’d then. I will conforme my*selfe.


Dol:
Will you Sir do so then, and quickly Sweare.


Subtle:
What should I sweare?


Dol:
To leaue your faction Sir.


Dol:
And labour, kindly, in the commune worke.


Subtle:
Let me not breath, if I meant ought, beside.


Subtle:
I onely vs’d those speeches, as a spurre


Subtle:
To him.


Dol:
I hope we need no spurres Sir. Do we?


Face:
Slid, proue to*day, who shall sharke best.


Subtle:
Agreed.


Dol:
Yes, and worke close, and friendly.


Subtle:
Slight the knot


Subtle:
Shall grow the stronger, for this breach, with me.


Dol:
Why so, my good Babounes! Shall we goe make


Dol:
A sort of sober, sciruy, pra*ecise Neighbours,


Dol:
(That scarse have smil’d twise, sin the King came in)


Dol:
A feast of laughter, at our follies? Raskalls,


Dol:
Would runne themselues from breath, to see me ride,


Dol:
Or you to have but a Hole, to thrust your heads in,


Dol:
For which you should pay Eare-rent. No, Agree.


Dol:
And may Don Prouost ride a*feasting, long,


Dol:
In his old veluet ierken, and staynd scarfes,


Dol:
(My noble Soueraigne, and worthy Generall)


Dol:
Ere we contribute a new cruell garter


Dol:
To this most worsted worship.


Subtle:
Royal Dol!


Subtle:
Spoken like Claridiana, and thy*selfe.


Face:
For which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph,


Face:
And not be stil’d Dol common, but Dol proper,


Face:
Dol singular: the longest cut, at night.


Face:
Shall draw thee for his Dol particular.


Subtle:
Who is that? one rings. To the windo’ Dol. Pray heau’n,


Subtle:
The Master do not trouble us, this quarter.


Face:
O, feare not him. While there dies one, a weeke,


Face:
Of the plague, he is safe, from thinking, toward London.


Face:
Beside, he is busie at his hop-yardes, now,


Face:
I had a letter from him. If he do,


Face:
He will find such word, for ayring of the house


Face:
As you shall have sufficient time, to quit it.


Face:
Though we breake up a fortnight, it is no matter.


Subtle:
Who is it, Dol?


Dol:
A fine yong Quodling.


Face:
O


Face:
My Lawyers Clearke, I lighted on, last night,


Face:
In Hol’bourne, at the Dagger. He would have


Face:
(I told you of him) a Familiar,


Face:
To rifle with, at horses, and winne cuppes.


Dol:
O, let him in.


Subtle:
Stay. Who shall do it?


Face:
Get you


Face:
Your robes on. I will meete him, as going out.


Dol:
And what shall I do?


Face:
Not be seene, away.


Face:
Seeme you very reseru’d.


Subtle:
Inough.


Face:
God be with you, Sir


Face:
I pray you, let him know that I was here.


Face:
His name is Dapper. I would gladly have stayd, But --
Scene 2

Dapper:
Captaine, I am here.


Face:
Who is that? He is come, I think, Doctor.


Face:
Good faith, Sir, I was going away.


Dapper:
In truth,


Dapper:
I am very sory, Captayne.


Face:
But I thought


Face:
Sure, I should meet you.


Dapper:
I am very glad.


Dapper:
I had a sciruy Writ, or two, to make,


Dapper:
And I had lent my watch last night, to one


Dapper:
That dines to*day, at the Shrieffs: and so was robd


Dapper:
Of my passe-time. Is this the Cunning-man?


Face:
This is his worship.


Dapper:
Is he a Doctor?


Face:
Yes.


Dapper:
And have you broke with him, Captaine?


Face:
Aye


Dol:
And how


Face:
Faith, he does make the matter, Sir so dainty,


Face:
I know not what to say.


Dol:
Not so, good Captaine.


Face:
Would I were fayrely rid of it, beleeue me.


Dapper:
Nay, now you grieue me Sir. Why should you wish so?


Dapper:
I dare assure you. I will not be vngratefull.


Face:
I cannot think you will, Sir. But the Lawe


Face:
Is such a thing -- And then he sayes, Reade’s matter


Face:
Falling so lately.


Dapper:
Reade? He was an Asse,


Dapper:
And dealt Sir with a Foole.


Face:
It was a Clearke, Sir.


Dapper:
A Clearke?


Face:
Nay, heare me, Sir you know the Law


Face:
Better, I think.


Dapper:
I should Sir and the danger.


Dapper:
You know I shew’d the Statute to you?


Face:
You did so,


Dapper:
And will I tell, then? By this hand of flesh,


Dapper:
Would it might neuer wright good Court hand, more,


Dapper:
If I discouer. What do you think of me,


Dapper:
That I am a Chiause?


Face:
What is that?


Dapper:
The Turke was, here.


Dapper:
As one would say, Do you think I am a Turke?


Face:
I will tell the Doctor so,


Dapper:
Do, good sweet Captaine.


Face:
Come, noble Doctor, pray thee, let us preuaile,


Face:
This is the Gentleman, and he is no Chiause.


Subtle:
Captaine, I have return’d you all my answere.


Subtle:
I would do much Sir for your loue -- But this


Subtle:
I neither may, nor can.


Face:
Tut, do not say so.


Face:
You deale, now, with a noble fellow, Doctor,


Face:
One that will thanke you, richly, and he is no Chiause:


Face:
Let that Sir moue you.


Subtle:
Pray you, forbeare.


Face:
He has


Face:
Foure Angels, here.


Subtle:
You do me wrong good Sir.


Face:
Doctor, wherein? To tempt you with these spirits?


Subtle:
To tempt my art, and loue, Sir, to my perill.


Subtle:
Fore heau’n, I scarse can think you are my friend,


Subtle:
That so would draw me to apparant danger.


Face:
I draw you? A horse draw you, and a halter,


Face:
You, and your Flies together.


Dapper:
Nay, good Captaine.


Face:
That know no difference of men.


Subtle:
Good words Sir


Face:
Good deeds, Sir Doctor Dogges-mouth. Slight I bring you


Face:
No cheating Clim-o’the-Cloughs, or Claribels.


Face:
That looke as bigge as fiue, and fifty, and flush,


Face:
And spit out secrets, like hot Custard.


Dapper:
Captayne.


Face:
Nor any melancholike vnder-Scribe,


Face:
Shall tell the Vicar: but, a speciall Gentle,


Face:
That is the Heire to forty markes, a yeare,


Face:
Consorts with the small Poets of the time,


Face:
Is the sole hope of his old Grand-Mother,


Face:
That knowes the Law, and writes you sixe fayre Hands,


Face:
Is a fine Clearke, and has his Ciphring perfect,


Face:
Will take his oth, on the Greeke Testament,


Face:
If need be, in his pocket: and can court


Face:
His Mistresse, out of Ouid.


Dapper:
Nay, deare Captayne.


Face:
Did you not tell me, so?


Dapper:
Yes, but I would have you


Dapper:
Vse Mr% Doctor, with some more respect.


Face:
Hang him proud Stagg, with his broad veluet head.


Face:
But, for your sake, I would choake ere I would change


Face:
An article of breath, with such a Puck-fist.


Face:
Come let us be gone.


Subtle:
Pray you, let me speake with you.


Dapper:
His worship calls you, Captayne.


Face:
I am sorry,


Face:
I e’re imbarqu’d my*selfe, in such a busines.


Dapper:
Nay good Sir He did call you.


Face:
Will he take, then?


Dapper:
First, heare me --


Face:
Not a syllable, ’lesse you take.


Subtle:
Pray ye Sir


Face:
upon no termes, but an Assumpsit.


Subtle:
Your Humor must be law.


Face:
Why now Sir talke.


Face:
Now I dare heare you with mine honour. Speake.


Face:
So may this Gentleman too.


Subtle:
Why Sir


Face:
No whispring,


Subtle:
’Fore Heau’n, you do not apprehend the losse


Subtle:
You do your*selfe, in this.


Face:
Wherein? For what?


Subtle:
Mary, to be so importunate for one,


Subtle:
That, when he has it, will vndoe you all:


Subtle:
He will winne up all the money in the Towne.


Face:
How!


Subtle:
Yes. And blow up Gamster, after Gamster,


Subtle:
As they do crackers, in a Puppit-play.


Subtle:
If I do give him a Familiar,


Subtle:
Give you him all you play for; neuer set him:


Subtle:
For he will have it.


Face:
You are mistaken, Doctor.


Face:
Why, he does aske one but for Cuppes, and Horses,


Face:
A rifling Fly: none of your great Familiars.


Dapper:
Yes, Captayne, I would have it, for all games.


Subtle:
I told you so.


Face:
’Slight, that is a new businesse!


Face:
I vnderstood you, a tame Bird, to flye


Face:
Twise in a Terme, or so: on Friday nights,


Face:
When you had left the Office: for a Nagg,


Face:
Of forty, of fifty shillings.


Dapper:
Aye it is true, Sir,


Dapper:
But I do think, now, I shall leaue the Lawe,


Dapper:
And therefore.


Face:
Why this changes quite the case!


Face:
Do you think, that I dare moue him?


Dapper:
If you please, Sir,


Dapper:
All is one to him, I see.


Face:
What? for that money?


Face:
I cannot with my Conscience. Nor should you


Face:
Make the request, me*thinkes.


Dapper:
No, Sir, I meane


Dapper:
To adde consideration.


Face:
Why, then, Sir,


Face:
I will try. Say, that it were for all games, Doctor?


Subtle:
I say, then, not a mouth shall eate for him


Subtle:
At any Ordinary, but on the Score,


Subtle:
That is a gaming mouth, conceiue me.


Face:
Indeed!


Subtle:
He will draw you all the treasure of the realme,


Subtle:
If it be set him.


Face:
Speake you this from art?


Subtle:
Aye, Sir, and reason too; the ground of art.


Subtle:
He is of the onely best complexion


Subtle:
The Queene of Fairie loues.


Face:
What! is he!


Subtle:
Peace.


Subtle:
He will ouer-heare you. Sir, should she but see him --


Face:
What?


Subtle:
Do not you tell him.


Face:
Will he win at cardes too?


Subtle:
The Spirits of dead Holland, liuing Isaac,


Subtle:
You would sweare, were in him: such a vigorous luck


Subtle:
As cannot be resisted. Slight he will put


Subtle:
Sixe of your Gallants, to a cloake, indeed.


Face:
A strange successe, that some man shall be borne to!


Subtle:
He heares you, man.


Dapper:
Sir, I will not be ingratefull.


Face:
Faith, I have a confidence in his good nature:


Face:
You heare, he sayes he will not be ingratefull.


Subtle:
Why, as you please, my venture followes yours.


Face:
Troth, do it Doctor. Think him trusty, and make him.


Face:
He may make us both happy in an hower:


Face:
Winne some fiue thousand pound, and send us two of it.


Dapper:
Beleeue it, and I will, Sir.


Face:
And you shall, Sir.


Face:
You have heard all?


Dapper:
No, what was it? Nothing, I Sir.


Face:
Nothing?


Dapper:
A little, Sir.


Face:
Well, a rare Starre


Face:
Raign’d at your birth.


Dapper:
At mine Sir? No.


Face:
The Doctor


Face:
Sweares that you are --


Subtle:
Nay Captayn, You will tell all, now.


Face:
Allied to the Queene of Faerie.


Dapper:
Who? that I am?


Dapper:
Beleeue it, no such matter.


Face:
Yes, and that


Face:
You were borne with a Caule on your head.


Dapper:
Who sayes so?


Face:
Come.


Face:
You know it well inough, though you dissemble it.


Dapper:
I*fac, I do not. You are mistaken.


Face:
How!


Face:
Sweare by your fac? and in a thing, so knowne


Face:
Vnto the Doctor? How shall we, Sir, trust you


Face:
In the other matter? Can we euer think,


Face:
When you have wonne fiue, or sixe thousand pound,


Face:
You will send us shares in it, by this rate?


Dapper:
By Gad, Sir,


Dapper:
I will winne ten thousand pound, and send you halfe.


Dapper:
I*fac is no othe.


Subtle:
No, no, he did but iest.


Face:
Goe too. Goe, thanke the Doctor. He is your friend.


Face:
To take it so.


Dapper:
I thanke his Worship.


Face:
So?


Face:
Another Angell.


Dapper:
Must I?


Face:
Must you? Slight,


Face:
What else is Thankes? Will you be triuiall? Doctor.


Face:
When must he come, for his Familiar?


Dapper:
Shall I not have it with me?


Subtle:
O, good Sir,


Subtle:
There must a world of ceremonies passe,


Subtle:
You must be bath’d, and fumigated, first;


Subtle:
Besides, the Queene of Faerie does not rise,


Subtle:
Till it be noone.


Face:
Not, if she daunc’d, to*night.


Subtle:
And she must blesse it.


Face:
Did you neuer see


Face:
Her royall Grace, yet?


Dapper:
Whom?


Face:
Your Aunt of Faerie?


Subtle:
Not, since she kist him, in the cradle, Captayne,


Subtle:
I can resolue you that.


Face:
Well, see her Grace,


Face:
What*ere it cost you, for a thing that I know,


Face:
It will be somewhat hard to compasse: But,


Face:
How*euer, see her. You are made, beleeue it,


Face:
If you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman,


Face:
And very rich, and if she take a phant’sye,


Face:
She will do strange things. See her, at any hand.


Face:
’Slid, she may hap to leaue you all she has:


Face:
It is the Doctors feare.


Dapper:
How will it be done, then?


Face:
Let me alone take you no thought. Do you


Face:
But say to me; Captayne, I will see her Grace.


Dapper:
Captain, I will see her Grace.


Face:
Inough.


Subtle:
Who is there?


Subtle:
Anone. (Conduct him forth, by the back way)


Subtle:
Sir, against one a*Clock, prepare your*selfe.


Subtle:
Till when you must be fasting; onely, take


Subtle:
Three drops of vinegar, in, at your nose;


Subtle:
Two at your mouth; and one, at eyther eare;


Subtle:
Then, bath your fingers endes; and, wash your eyes;


Subtle:
To sharpen your fiue Senses; and, cry Hum,


Subtle:
Thrise; and then Buz, as often; and then, Come.


Face:
Can you remember this?


Dapper:
I warrant you.


Face:
Well, then, away. It is, but your bestowing


Face:
Some twenty nobles, ’mong her Graces seruants;


Face:
And, put on a cleane shirt: You do not know


Face:
What grace her Grace may do you in cleane linnen.
Scene 3

Subtle:
Come in. Good wiues, I pray you forbeare me, now.


Subtle:
Troth I can do you no good, till afternoone.


Subtle:
What is your name, say you, Abel Drugger?


Drugger:
Yes, Sir.


Subtle:
A seller of Tobacco?


Drugger:
Yes, Sir.


Subtle:
’Vmh.


Subtle:
Free of the Grocers?


Drugger:
Aye, if it please you.


Subtle:
Well.


Subtle:
Your busines, Abel?


Drugger:
This, if it please your worship,


Drugger:
I am a yong beginner, and am building


Drugger:
Of a new shop, if it like your worship; iust,


Drugger:
At corner of a street: (Here is the plot of it.)


Drugger:
And I would know, by art, Sir, of your Worship,


Drugger:
Which way I should make my dore, by Necromantie.


Drugger:
And, where my Shelues. And, which should be for Boxes,


Drugger:
And, which for Potts I would be glad to thriue, Sir.


Drugger:
And, I was wish’d to your Worship by a Gentleman,


Drugger:
One Captaine Face, that says you know mens Planets,


Drugger:
And their good Angels, and their bad.


Subtle:
I do


Subtle:
If I do see them.


Face:
What! my honest Abel?


Face:
Thou art well met, here.


Drugger:
Troth, Sir, I was speaking,


Drugger:
Iust, as your Worship came here, of your Worship.


Drugger:
I pray you, speake for me to Mr% Doctor.


Face:
He shall do any*thing. Doctor, do you heare?


Face:
This is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow,


Face:
He lets me have good Tobacco, and he does not


Face:
Sophisticate it, with Sack-lees, or Oyle,


Face:
Nor washes it in Muscadell, and Graines,


Face:
Nor buries it, in grauel, vnder ground,


Face:
Wrap’d up in greasie leather, or piss’d cloutes:


Face:
But keepes it in fine Lilly-pots, that open’d,


Face:
Smell like conserue of Roses, or French Beanes.


Face:
He has his Maple block, his siluer tongs,


Face:
Winchester pipes, and fire of Iuniper.


Face:
A neate, spruce-honest-fellow, and no Goldsmith.


Subtle:
He is a fortunate fellow, that I am sure of.


Face:
Already, Sir, have you found it? Lo thee Able!


Subtle:
And, in right way to’ward riches.


Face:
Sir.


Subtle:
This


Subtle:
Summer.


Subtle:
He will be of the Clothing of his company.


Subtle:
And, next spring, call’d to the Scarlet. Spend what he can.


Face:
What, and so little beard?


Subtle:
Sir, you must think,


Subtle:
He may have a receipt to make hayre come.


Subtle:
But he will be wise, preserue his youth, and fine for it:


Subtle:
His fortune lookes for him, another way.


Face:
’Slid, Doctor, how canst thou know this so soone?


Face:
I am amus’d, at that!


Subtle:
By a rule, Captayne,


Subtle:
In Metaposcopie, which I do worke by,


Subtle:
A certaine Starr in the forehead, which you see not.


Subtle:
Your Chest-nut, or your Oliue-colourd face


Subtle:
Does neuer fayle: and your long Eare doth promise.


Subtle:
I knew it, by certaine spotts too, in his teeth,


Subtle:
And on the nayle of his Mercurial finger.


Face:
Which finger is that?


Subtle:
His little finger, Looke.


Subtle:
You were borne upon a Wensday.


Drugger:
Yes, indeed, Sir.


Subtle:
The Thumbe, in Chiromantie, we give Venus;


Subtle:
The Fore-finger to Ioue; the Midst, to Saturne;


Subtle:
The Ring to Sol, the Least, to Mercurie:


Subtle:
Who was the Lord, Sir, of his Horoscope,


Subtle:
His House of life being Libra. Which foreshew’d,


Subtle:
He should be a Marchant, and should trade with Ballance.


Face:
Why, this is strange! Is it not, honest Nab?


Subtle:
There is a Ship now, comming from Ormu’s,


Subtle:
That shall yeeld him, such a Commoditie


Subtle:
Of Drugs. This is the West, and this the South?


Drugger:
Yes, Sir.


Subtle:
And those are your two sides?


Drugger:
Aye, Sir.


Subtle:
Make me your Dore, then, South; your broad side, West:


Subtle:
And, on the East-side of your shop, aloft,


Subtle:
Write Mathlaj, Tarmiel, and Baraborat;


Subtle:
upon the North-part, Rael, Velel, Thiel,


Subtle:
They are the names of those Mercurian spirits,


Subtle:
That do fright flyes from boxes.


Drugger:
Yes, Sir,


Subtle:
And


Subtle:
Beneath your threshold, bury me a Loade-stone


Subtle:
To draw in Gallants, that weare spurres: The rest,


Subtle:
They will seeme to follow.


Face:
That is a secret, Nab.


Subtle:
And, on your stall, a Puppet, with a vice,


Subtle:
And a Court-fucus, to call Citie-Dames.


Subtle:
You shall deale much with Mineralls.


Drugger:
Sir, I have,


Drugger:
At home, already --


Subtle:
Aye, I know, you have Arsnike,


Subtle:
Vitriol, Sal Tartre, Argaile, Alkaly,


Subtle:
Cinoper. I know all. This fellow, Captayne,


Subtle:
Will come, in time, to be a great Distiller,


Subtle:
And give a say (I will not say directly,


Subtle:
But very fayre) at the Philosophers stone.


Face:
Why, how now Abel! Is this true?


Drugger:
Good Captayne,


Drugger:
What must I give?


Face:
Nay, I will not counsell thee.


Face:
Thou hearst, what wealth, he sayes, spend what thou canst,


Face:
Thou art like to come to.


Drugger:
I would give him a Crowne.


Face:
A Crowne? And toward such a fortune? Hart,


Face:
Thou shalt rather give him thy shop. No Gold about thee?


Drugger:
Yes, I have a Portague, I have kept this halfe yeare.


Face:
Out on thee, Nab, ’Slight, there was such an offer,


Face:
Shalt keepe it no longer, I will give it him for thee?


Face:
Doctor, Nab prayes your Worship, to drinke this, and sweares


Face:
He will appeare more gratefull, as your skill


Face:
Does raise him in the world.


Drugger:
I would intreat


Drugger:
Another fauor of his Worship.


Face:
What is it, Nab?


Drugger:
But, to looke ouer, Sir, my Almanack,


Drugger:
And crosse out my Ill-dayes, that I may neither


Drugger:
Bargaine, nor trust upon them.


Face:
That he shall, Nab.


Face:
Leaue it, it shall be done, ’gainst afternoone.


Subtle:
And a direction of his shelues.


Face:
Now, Nab?


Face:
Art thou well pleas’d, Nab?


Drugger:
Thank, Sir, both your Worships.


Face:
Away.


Face:
Why, now, you smoaky persecuter of Nature,


Face:
Now, do you see, that something is to be done,


Face:
Beside your Beech-coale, and your Cor’siue waters,


Face:
Your Crosse-lets, Crucibles, and Cucurbites?


Face:
You must have stuffe, brought home to you, to worke on?


Face:
And, yet, you think, I am at no expense.


Face:
In searching out these vaines, then following them,


Face:
Then trying them out. ’Fore God, my intelligence


Face:
Costs me more money, then my share oft comes too,


Face:
In these rare workes.


Subtle:
You are pleasant, Sir, How now?
Scene 4

Face:
What says, my dainty Dolkin?


Dol:
Yonder Fish-wife


Dol:
Will not away. And there is your Giantesse,


Dol:
The Baud of Lambeth.


Subtle:
Hart, I cannot speake with them.


Dol:
Not, afore night, I have told them, in a voice,


Dol:
Thorough the Trunke, like one of your Familiars.


Dol:
But I have spied Sir Epicure Mammon.


Subtle:
Where?


Dol:
Comming along, at far end of the lane,


Dol:
Slow of his feete, but earnest of his tongue,


Dol:
To one, that is with him.


Subtle:
Face, Goe you, and shift,


Subtle:
Dol, you must presently make ready, too.


Dol:
Why, what is the matter?


Subtle:
O, I did looke for him


Subtle:
With the sunnes rising. ’Meruaile, he could sleepe.


Subtle:
This is the day, I am to perfect for him


Subtle:
The Magisterium, our great worke, the Stone;


Subtle:
And yeeld it, made, into his hands: Of which,


Subtle:
He has, this month, talk’d, as he were possess’d of it,


Subtle:
And, now, he is dealing peeces of it, away.


Subtle:
Me*thinkes, I see him, entring Ordinaries,


Subtle:
Dispensing for the poxe; and Plaguy-houses,


Subtle:
Reaching his dose; Walking More-fields for Lepers;


Subtle:
And offring Citizens Wiues Pomander Bracelets,


Subtle:
As his preseruatiue, made of the Elixir;


Subtle:
Searching the Spittle, to make old Baudes yong;


Subtle:
And the High waies, for Beggars, to make rich.


Subtle:
I see no end of his labours. He will make


Subtle:
Nature asham’d, of her long sleepe, when Art,


Subtle:
Who is but a Step-dame, shall do more, then she,


Subtle:
In her best loue to Man-kinde, euer could.


Subtle:
If his Dreame last, He will turne the Age, to Gold.


Scene 1

Mammon:
Come on, Sir. Now, you set your foote, on Shore


Mammon:
In Nouo Orbe; Here is the rich Peru:


Mammon:
And there within, Sir, are the golden Mines


Mammon:
Great Salomon’s Ophir. He was sayling to it


Mammon:
Three yeares, but we have reach’d it in ten Months.


Mammon:
This is the day, wherein, to all my friends,


Mammon:
I will pronounce the happy word, Be rich.


Mammon:
This day, you shall be Spectatissimi.


Mammon:
You shall no more deale with the hollow Die,


Mammon:
Or the fraile Card. No more be at charge of keeping


Mammon:
The Liuery-punke, for my yong Heyre, that must


Mammon:
Seale, at all howers, in his shirt. No more


Mammon:
If he deny, have him beaten to it, as he is


Mammon:
That brings him the commoditie. No more


Mammon:
Shall thirst of satten, or the couetous hunger


Mammon:
Of veluet entrayles, for a rude-spun cloake,


Mammon:
To be displayd at Madam Augusta’s, make


Mammon:
The sonnes of Sword, and Hazard fall before


Mammon:
The golden Calfe, and on their knees, whole nights,


Mammon:
Commit Idolatry with Wine, and Trumpets


Mammon:
Or goe a*feasting, after Drum and Ensigne.


Mammon:
No more of this. You shall start up yong Vice-roies,


Mammon:
And have your Punques, and Punquettees, my Surly.


Mammon:
And vnto thee, I speake it first, Be rich.


Mammon:
Where is my Subtle, there? Within Hough? WITHIN



[Face:]
Sir.


[Face:]
He will come to you, by and by.


Mammon:
That is his Fire-drake,


Mammon:
His Lungs, his Zephyrus, he that puffes his coales,


Mammon:
Till he firke Nature, up, in her owne center.


Mammon:
You are not faithfull, Sir. This night, I will change


Mammon:
All, that is mettall, in my house, to gold.


Mammon:
And, early in the morning, will I send


Mammon:
To all the Plumbers, and the Peuterers,


Mammon:
And buy their Tinne, and Lead up: and to Lothbury,


Mammon:
For all the copper.


Surly:
What, and turne that too?


Mammon:
Yes, and I will purchase Deuonshire, and Cornwaile,


Mammon:
And make them perfect Indies. You admire now?


Surly:
No faith.


Mammon:
But when you see the effects of the great


Mammon:
medicine!


Mammon:
Of which one part proiected on a hundred


Mammon:
Of Mercurie, or Venus, or the Moone,


Mammon:
Shall turne it, to as many of the Sunne;


Mammon:
Nay, to a thousand, so ad Infinitum:


Mammon:
You will beleeue me.


Surly:
Yes, I see it, I will.


Surly:
But, if my eyes do cossen me so (and I


Surly:
Giuing them no occasion) sure, I will have


Surly:
A Whore, shall pisse them out next day.


Mammon:
Ha! Why?


Mammon:
Do you think, I fable with you? I assure you,


Mammon:
He that has once the Flower of the Sunne,


Mammon:
The perfect Ruby, which we call Elixir,


Mammon:
Not onely can do that, but by its vertue,


Mammon:
Can confer honour, loue, respect, long life,


Mammon:
Give safty, valure: yea, and victory,


Mammon:
To whom he will. In eight, and twenty dayes,


Mammon:
I will make an Old man, of fourescore, a Childe.


Surly:
No doubt he is that already.


Mammon:
Nay, I meane,


Mammon:
Restore his yeares, renew him, like an Eagle,


Mammon:
To the fifth age; make him get Sonnes, and Daughters,


Mammon:
Yong Giants; as our Philosophers have done


Mammon:
(The antient Patriarkes afore the flood)


Mammon:
But taking, one a weeke, on a kniues point,


Mammon:
The quantitie of a grayne of Mustard, of it:


Mammon:
Become stout Marsses, and beget yong Cupids.


Surly:
The decay’d Vestall’s of Pickt-hatch would thanke you,


Surly:
That keepe the fire a-liue, there.


Mammon:
It is the secret


Mammon:
Of Nature, naturiz’d ’gainst all infections,


Mammon:
Cures all diseases, comming of all causes,


Mammon:
A month’s griefe, in a day; a yeares, in twelue:


Mammon:
And, of what age so*euer, in a month.


Mammon:
Past all the doses, of your drugging Doctors.


Mammon:
I will vndertake, withall, to fright the Plague


Mammon:
Out of the kingdome, in three months.


Surly:
And I will


Surly:
Be bound, the Players shall sing your praises, then,


Surly:
Without their Poets.


Mammon:
Sir, I will do it. Meane time,


Mammon:
I will give away so much, vnto my man,


Mammon:
Shall serue the whole Citie, with preseruatiue,


Mammon:
Weekely, each house his dose, and at the rate --


Surly:
As he that built the Water-worke, does with water,


Mammon:
You are incredulous.


Surly:
Faith, I have a humor,


Surly:
I would not willingly be gull’d. Your Stone


Surly:
Cannot transmute me.


Mammon:
Pertinax, Surly,


Mammon:
Will you beleeue Antiquitie? Recordes?


Mammon:
I will shew you a Booke, where Moses, and his Sister,


Mammon:
And Salomon have written, of the Art;


Mammon:
Aye, and a Treatise penn’d by Adam.


Surly:
How!


Mammon:
On the Philosophers stone, and in high Dutch.


Surly:
Did Adam write, Sir, in high Dutch?


Mammon:
He did:


Mammon:
Which proues it was the Primitiue tongue.


Surly:
What Paper?


Mammon:
On Cedar board.


Surly:
O that, indeed (thy say)


Surly:
Will last ’gainst wormes.


Mammon:
It is like your Irish wood


Mammon:
’Gainst Cobwebs. I have a peece of Iasons fleece, too,


Mammon:
Which was no other, then a Booke of Alchemie,


Mammon:
Writ in large sheepe-skin, a good fat Ram-Vellam.


Mammon:
Such was Pythagora’s thigh, Pandora’s tub;


Mammon:
And, all that fable of Medeas charmes,


Mammon:
The manner of our worke: The Bulls, our Fornace,


Mammon:
Still breathing fire; our Argent-viue, the Dragon:


Mammon:
The Dragons teeth, Mercurie sublimate,


Mammon:
That keepes the whitenesse, hardnesse and the biting;


Mammon:
And they are gather’d, into Iason’s helme,


Mammon:
(The Alembeke) and then sow’d in Mars his field,


Mammon:
And, thence, sublim’d so often, till they are fix’d.


Mammon:
Both this, the Hesperian Garden, Cadmus story,


Mammon:
Ioue’s shower, the boone of Midas, Argus eyes,


Mammon:
Boccace his Demogorgon, thousands more,


Mammon:
All abstract Riddles of our Stone. How now?
Scene 2

Mammon:
Do we succeed? Is our day come? and hold’s it?


Face:
The euening will set red, upon you, Sir,


Face:
You have colour for it, crimson, the red Ferment


Face:
Has done his office. Three howers hence, prepare you


Face:
To see proiection.


Mammon:
Pertinax, my Surly,


Mammon:
Againe, I say to thee, aloud: Be rich.


Mammon:
This day, thou shalt have Ingots: and, to*morrow,


Mammon:
Give Lords the affront. Is it, my Zephyrus, right?


Mammon:
Blushes the Bolts-head?


Face:
Like a Wench with Child, Sir,


Face:
That were, but now, discouer’d to her Master.


Mammon:
Excellent witty Lungs. My onely care is,


Mammon:
Where to get stuffe, inough now, to proiect on


Mammon:
This towne will not halfe serue me.


Face:
No Sir? Take


Face:
The couering off of Churches.


Mammon:
That is true.


Face:
Yes.


Face:
Let them stand bare, as do their Auditorie,


Face:
Or cap them, new, with Shingles.


Mammon:
No, good Thatch.


Mammon:
Thatch will lie light, upon the rafters Lungs,


Mammon:
Lungs, I will manumit thee, from the Fornace;


Mammon:
I will restore thee thy complexion, Puffe,


Mammon:
Lost in the embers; and repayre this brayne,


Mammon:
Hurt with the fume of the Mettals.


Face:
I have blowne, Sir,


Face:
Hard for your Worship; throwne by many a Coale,


Face:
When it was not Beech; weigh’d those I put in, iust,


Face:
To keepe your heate, still euen; These bleard eyes


Face:
Have wak’d, to reade your seuerall colours, Sir,


Face:
Of the pale Citron, the greene Lion, the Crow,


Face:
The Peacocks tayle, the plumed Swan.


Mammon:
And, lastly,


Mammon:
Thou hast descried the Flower, the Sanguis Agni?


Face:
Yes Sir.


Mammon:
Where is Master?


Face:
At his prayers, Sir, he,


Face:
Good man, he is doing his deuotions,


Face:
For the successe.


Mammon:
Lungs, I will set a period,


Mammon:
To all thy labours: Thou shalt be, the Master


Mammon:
Of my Seraglia.


Face:
Good, Sir.


Mammon:
But do you heare?


Mammon:
I will geld you Lungs.


Face:
Yes, Sir.


Mammon:
For I do meane


Mammon:
To have a list of Wiues, and Concubines,


Mammon:
A*Equall with Salomon; who had the Stone


Mammon:
Alike, with me: and I will make me, a back


Mammon:
With the Elixir, that shall be as tough


Mammon:
As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.


Mammon:
Thou art sure, thou sawst it blood?


Face:
Both bloud, and spirit, Sir.


Mammon:
I will have all my beds, blowne up; not stuft:


Mammon:
Downe is too hard. And then, mine Oual Roome,


Mammon:
Fill’d with such pictures, as Tiberius tooke


Mammon:
From Elephantis: and dull Aretine


Mammon:
But coldly imitated. Then, my Glasses,


Mammon:
Cut in more subtill angles, to disperse,


Mammon:
And multiply the figures, as I walke


Mammon:
Naked betweene my Succuba*e. My mistes


Mammon:
I will have of perfume, vapor’d ’bout the roome,


Mammon:
To loose our*selues in; and my bathes, like pittes


Mammon:
To fall into: from whence, we will come forth,


Mammon:
And roule us dry in Gossamour, and Roses.


Mammon:
Is it ariu’d at Ruby? Where I spie


Mammon:
A wealthy Cittizen, or rich Lawyer,


Mammon:
Have a sublim’d pure Wife, vnto that fellow


Mammon:
I will send a thousand pound, to be my Cuckold.


Face:
And I shall carry it.


Mammon:
No, I will have no baudes,


Mammon:
But Fathers, and Mothers. And my flatterers,


Mammon:
Shall be the best, and grauest of Diuines,


Mammon:
That I can get for money. My mere fooles,


Mammon:
Eloquent Burgesses, and then my Poets


Mammon:
The same that writ so subtly of the Fart,


Mammon:
Whom I will entertaine, still, for that Subiect.


Mammon:
The few, that would give out themselues, to be


Mammon:
Court, and Towne Stallions, and, each where, belye


Mammon:
Ladies, who are knowne most innocent, for them;


Mammon:
Those will I begge, to make me Eunuchs of:


Mammon:
And they shall fanne me, with ten Estrich Tayles


Mammon:
A*Piece, made in a plume, to gather winde.


Mammon:
We will be braue, Puffe, now we have the Med’cine.


Mammon:
My Meate, shall all come in, in Indian shells,


Mammon:
Dishes of Agat, set in Gold, and studded


Mammon:
With Emeralds, Saphires, Hjacinths, and Rubies.


Mammon:
The tongues of Carpes, Dormise, and Camels heeles,


Mammon:
Boy’ld in the spirit of Sol, and dissolu’d Pearle,


Mammon:
(Apicius diet, ’gainst the Epilepsie)


Mammon:
And I will eate these broaths, with spoones of Amber,


Mammon:
Headed with Diamant, and Carbuncle.


Mammon:
My foote-Boy shall eate Phesants, caluerd Salmons,


Mammon:
Knots, Godwits, Lamprey’s: I my*selfe will have


Mammon:
The beards of Barbels, seru’d, in*stead of sallades;


Mammon:
Oyld Mushromes; and the swelling vnctuous papps


Mammon:
Of a fat pregnant Sow, newly cut off,


Mammon:
Drest with an exquisite, and poynant sauce;


Mammon:
For which, I will say vnto my Cooke. There is gold,


Mammon:
Goe forth, and be a Knight.


Face:
Sir, I will goe looke


Face:
A little, how it heightens.


Mammon:
Do. My Shirts


Mammon:
I will have of Taffata-sarsnet, soft, and light


Mammon:
As Cobwebs; and for all my other rayment


Mammon:
It shall be such, as might prouoke the Persian:


Mammon:
Were he to teach the world riot, a*new.


Mammon:
My Gloues of Fishes, and Birds-skinnes, perfum’d


Mammon:
With gummes of Paradise, and Easterne ayre --


Surly:
And do you think to have the Stone, with this?


Mammon:
No, I do think to have all this, with the Stone.


Surly:
Why, I have heard, he must be Homo frugi,


Surly:
A pious, holy, and religious man,


Surly:
One free from mortall sinne, a very Virgin.


Mammon:
That makes it, Sir, he is so. But I buy it.


Mammon:
My venter brings it me. He, honest wretch,


Mammon:
A notable, superstitious, good soule,


Mammon:
Has worne his knees bare, and his slippers bald,


Mammon:
With prayer, and fasting for it: And Sir, let him


Mammon:
Do it alone, for me, still. Here he comes,


Mammon:
Not a prophane word, afore him: It is poyson.
Scene 3

Mammon:
Good morrow, Father.


Subtle:
Gentle Sonne, good morrow,


Subtle:
And, to your friend, there. What is he, is with you?


Mammon:
An Heretique, that I did bring along,


Mammon:
In hope, Sir, to conuert him.


Subtle:
Sonne, I doubt


Subtle:
You are couetous, that thus you meete your time


Subtle:
In the iust point: preuent your day, at morning.


Subtle:
This argues something, worthy of a feare


Subtle:
Of importune, and carnall appetite.


Subtle:
Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leaue you,


Subtle:
With your ungouern’d hast. I should be sorry,


Subtle:
To see my labours, now, eene at perfection,


Subtle:
Got by long watching, and large patience,


Subtle:
Not prosper, where my Loue, and Zeale hath plac’d them.


Subtle:
Which (heauen I call to witnesse, with your*selfe,


Subtle:
To whom, I have pour’d my thoughts) in all my endes,


Subtle:
Have look’d no way, but vnto publique good,


Subtle:
To pious vses, and deare Charitie


Subtle:
No growne a prodigie with me. Wherein


Subtle:
If you, my Sonne, should, now, pra*euaricate,


Subtle:
And, to your owne particular lusts, employ


Subtle:
So great, and catholique a blisse; Be sure,


Subtle:
A curse will follow, yea, and ouertake


Subtle:
Your subtle, and most secret wayes.


Mammon:
I know, Sir,


Mammon:
You shall not need to feare me. I but come,


Mammon:
To have you confute this Gentleman.


Subtle:
Who is,


Subtle:
Indeed, Sir, somewhat caustiue of beleefe


Subtle:
Toward your Stone. Would not be gull’d.


Mammon:
Well, Sonne,


Mammon:
All that I can conuince him in, is this,


Mammon:
The Worke is done: Bright Sol is in his robe.


Mammon:
We have a med’cine of the triple Soule,


Mammon:
The glorified spirit. Thankes be to heauen,


Mammon:
And make us worthy of it. Vlenspiegle.


Face:
Anone Sir.


Subtle:
Looke well to the Register,


Subtle:
And let your heate, still, lessen by degrees


Subtle:
To the Aludels.


Face:
Yes Sir.


Subtle:
Did you looke


Subtle:
On the Bolts-head yet?


Face:
Which on D% Sir?


Subtle:
Aye.


Subtle:
What is the complexion?


Face:
Whitish.


Subtle:
Infuse vinegar,


Subtle:
To draw his volatile substance, and his tincture:


Subtle:
And let the water in Glasse E% be feltred,


Subtle:
And put into the Gripes egge. Lute him, well;


Subtle:
And leaue him clos’d in Balneo.


Face:
I will, Sir.


Surly:
What a braue language here is? next to Canting?


Subtle:
I have another worke, you neuer saw, Sonne,


Subtle:
That, three dayes since, past the Philosophers wheele,


Subtle:
In the lent heate of Athanor; and is become


Subtle:
Sulphur of nature.


Mammon:
But it is for me?


Subtle:
What need


Subtle:
you?


Subtle:
You have inough, in that is, perfect.


Mammon:
O, but --


Subtle:
Why this is Couetise!


Mammon:
No, I assure you,


Mammon:
I shall employ it all, in pious vses,


Mammon:
Founding of Colleges, and Grammar Schooles,


Mammon:
Marrying yong Virgins, building Hospitals,


Mammon:
And now, and then a Church.


Subtle:
How now.


Face:
Sir please you


Face:
Shall I not change the feltre?


Subtle:
Mary, yes.


Subtle:
And bring me the complexion of Glasse B.


Mammon:
Have you another?


Subtle:
Yes Sonne, were I assur’d


Subtle:
Your piety were firme, we would not want


Subtle:
The meanes to glorifie it. But I hope the best:


Subtle:
I meane to tinct C% in sand-heate, to*morrow,


Subtle:
And give him imbibition.


Mammon:
Of white oyle?


Subtle:
No Sir of red. F% is come ouer the helme too,


Subtle:
I thanke my Maker, in S% Maries bath,


Subtle:
And shewes Lac Virginis. Blessed be heauen.


Subtle:
I sent you of his fa*eces there, calcin’d.


Subtle:
Out of that calx, I have wonne the salt of Mercurie.


Mammon:
By pouring on your rectefied water?


Subtle:
Yes, and reuerberating in Athanor.


Subtle:
How now? What colour sayes it?


Face:
The Ground black, Sir.


Mammon:
That is your Crowes head.


Surly:
Your Cockscomb’s, is it not?


Subtle:
No, It is not perfect, would it were the Crow.


Subtle:
That worke wants something.


Surly:
O, I look’d for this.


Surly:
The hay is a*pitching.


Subtle:
Are you sure, you loos’d them


Subtle:
In their owne menstrue?


Face:
Yes, Sir, and then married them,


Face:
And put them in a Bolts-head, nipp’d to digestion,


Face:
According as you bad me; when I set


Face:
The liquor of Mars to circulation,


Face:
In the same heate.


Subtle:
The processe, then, was right.


Face:
Yes, by the token, Sir, the Retort brake,


Face:
And what was sau’d, was put into the Pellicane,


Face:
And sign’d with Hermes seale.


Subtle:
I think it was so.


Subtle:
We should have a new Amalgama.


Mammon:
O, this Ferret


Mammon:
Is ranke as any Pole-cat.


Subtle:
But I care not.


Subtle:
Let him e’ene dy; we have enough, beside,


Subtle:
In Embrion. H% has his white shirt on?


Face:
Yes, Sir,


Face:
He is ripe for inceration; He stands warme,


Face:
In his ash-fire. I would not, you should let


Face:
Any dye now, if I might councell Sir,


Face:
For lucks sake to the rest. It is not good.


Mammon:
He sayes right.


Surly:
Aye, are you bolted?


Face:
Nay,


Face:
I know it Sir,


Face:
I have seene the ill fortune. What is some three Ounces


Face:
Of fresh materials?


Mammon:
Is it no more?


Face:
No more, Sir,


Face:
Of Gold, to amalgame, with some fixe of Mercurie.


Mammon:
Away, here is Money. What will serue.


Face:
Aske him, Sir.


Mammon:
How much?


Subtle:
Give him nine pound, you may


Subtle:
give him ten.


Surly:
Yes twenty, and be cossend, Do.


Mammon:
There it is.


Subtle:
This needs not. But that you will have it, so,


Subtle:
To see conclusions of all. For two


Subtle:
Of our inferiour workes, are at fixation.


Subtle:
A third is in Ascension. Goe your wayes,


Subtle:
Have you set the Oyle of Luna in Kemia?


Face:
Yes, Sir.


Subtle:
And the Philosophers vinegar?


Face:
Aye.


Surly:
We shall have a sallad.


Mammon:
When do you make proiection?


Subtle:
Sonne, be not hasty, I exalt our Med’cine,


Subtle:
By hanging him in Balneo Vaporoso;


Subtle:
And giuing him solution; then congeale him;


Subtle:
For looke, how oft I iterate the worke,


Subtle:
So many times, I adde vnto his vertue.


Subtle:
As, if at first, one Ounce conuert a hundred,


Subtle:
After his second loose, he will turne a thousand;


Subtle:
His third solution, ten: his fourth a hundred.


Subtle:
After his fifth, a thousand thousand Ounces


Subtle:
Of any imperfect mettall, into pure


Subtle:
Siluer, or Gold, in all examinations,


Subtle:
As good, as any of the naturall Mine.


Subtle:
Get you your stuffe here, against afternoone,


Subtle:
Your Brasse, your Pewter, and your Andirons.


Mammon:
Not those of iron?


Subtle:
Yes. You may bring them, too.


Subtle:
We will change all mettall’s.


Surly:
I beleeue you, in that.


Mammon:
Then I may send my Spitts?


Subtle:
Yes, and your Racks.


Surly:
And Dripping-pannes, and Pot-hangers, and Hookes?


Surly:
Shall he not?


Subtle:
If he please.


Surly:
To be an Asse.


Subtle:
How Sir!


Mammon:
This Gent’man, you must beare withall.


Mammon:
I told you, he had no faith.


Surly:
And little hope, Sir,


Surly:
But, much lesse charitie, should I gull my*selfe.


Subtle:
Why what have you obseru’d, Sir, in our Art,


Subtle:
Seemes so impossible?


Surly:
But your whole worke, no more.


Surly:
That, you should hatch gold in a Fornace, Sir,


Surly:
As they do egges in Egypt.


Subtle:
Sir, do you


Subtle:
Beleeue that egges are hatch’d so?


Surly:
If I should?


Subtle:
Why, I think that the greater Miracle.


Subtle:
No Egge, but differs from a Chicken, more,


Subtle:
Then Mettalls in themselues.


Surly:
That cannot be.


Surly:
The Egg is ordain’d by Nature, to that end:


Surly:
And is a Chicken, in Potentia.


Subtle:
The same we say of Lead, and other Mettalls,


Subtle:
Which would be Gold, if they had time.


Mammon:
And that


Mammon:
Our Art doth furder.


Subtle:
Aye, for it were absurd


Subtle:
To think that Nature, in the earth, bred Gold


Subtle:
Perfect in the instant. Something went before.


Subtle:
There must be remote Matter.


Surly:
Aye, what is that?


Subtle:
Mary, we say.


Mammon:
Aye, now it heates, stand Father.


Mammon:
Pound him to Dust.


Subtle:
It is, of the one part,


Subtle:
A humide exhalation, which we call


Subtle:
Materia liquida, or the Vnctuous Water;


Subtle:
On the other part, a certaine crasse, and viscous


Subtle:
Portion of earth; both which, concorporate,


Subtle:
Do make the elementary matter of Gold:


Subtle:
Which is not, yet, propria materia,


Subtle:
But commune to all Mettalls, and all Stones.


Subtle:
For, where it is forsaken of that moysture,


Subtle:
And hath more drynesse, it becomes a Stone;


Subtle:
Where it retaines more of the humid fatnesse,


Subtle:
It turnes to Sulphur, or to Quick-siluer:


Subtle:
Who are the Parents of all other Mettals.


Subtle:
Nor can this remote Matter, sodainly,


Subtle:
Progresse so from extreme, vnto extreme,


Subtle:
As to grow Gold, and leape ore all the meanes.


Subtle:
Nature doth, first, beget the imperfect; then


Subtle:
Proceedes she to the perfect. Of that ayrye,


Subtle:
And oyly water, Mercury is engendred;


Subtle:
Sulphure of the fat, and earthy part; the one


Subtle:
(Which is the last) supplying the place of Male,


Subtle:
The other of the Female, in all Mettalls.


Subtle:
Some do beleeue Hermaphrodeitie,


Subtle:
That both do act, and suffer. But these two


Subtle:
Make the rest ductile, malleable, extensiue.


Subtle:
And, euen in Gold, they are; for we do finde


Subtle:
Seedes of them, by our fire, and Gold in them.


Subtle:
And can produce the species of each mettall


Subtle:
More perfect thence, then Nature doth in earth.


Subtle:
Beside, who doth not see, in dayly practise,


Subtle:
Art can beget Bees, Hornets, Beetles, Waspes,


Subtle:
Out of the Carcasses, and dung of Creatures;


Subtle:
Yea, Scorpions, of an herbe, being ritely plac’d,


Subtle:
And these are liuing Creatures, far more perfect,


Subtle:
And excellent, then Mettall.


Mammon:
Well said, Father!


Mammon:
Nay, if he take you in hand, Sir, with an argument,


Mammon:
He will bray you in a Morter.


Surly:
Pray you, Sir, stay.


Surly:
Rather, then I will be bray’d, Sir, I will beleeue,


Surly:
That Alchemie is a pretty kinde of Game,


Surly:
Somewhat like Tricks of the Cards, to cheat a man,


Surly:
With charming.


Subtle:
Sir?


Surly:
What else are all your Termes,


Surly:
Whereon no one of your Writers grees with other?


Surly:
Of your Elixir, your Lac virginis,


Surly:
Your Stone, your Med’cine, and your Chrysosperme,


Surly:
Your Sal, your Sulphur, and your Mercurie,


Surly:
Your Oyle of height, your Tree of life, your Blood,


Surly:
your Marchesite, your Tutie, your Magnesia,


Surly:
Your Toade, your Crow, your Dragon, and your Panthar,


Surly:
Your Sunne, your Moone, your Firmament, your Adrop,


Surly:
Your Lato, Azoch, Zernich, Chibrit, Heautarit,


Surly:
And your Red man, and your white woman;


Surly:
With all your Broathes, your Menstrues, and Materialls,


Surly:
Of Pisse, and Egge-shells, Womens termes, Mans blood,


Surly:
Hayre of the head, burnt Cloutes, Chalke, Merds, and Clay,


Surly:
Poulder of bones, scalings of Iron, glasse,


Surly:
And worlds of other strange Ingredients,


Surly:
Would burst a man to name.


Subtle:
And all these, nam’d,


Subtle:
Intending but one thing: which art our Writers


Subtle:
Vs’d to obscure their Art.


Mammon:
Sir, so I told him.


Mammon:
Because the simple Idiot should not learne it,


Mammon:
And make it vulgar.


Subtle:
Was not all the knowledge


Subtle:
Of the A*Egyptians writ in mystick Symboles?


Subtle:
Speake not the Scriptures oft in Parables?


Subtle:
Are not the choysest Fables of the Poets,


Subtle:
That were the Fountaines, and first Springs of Wisedome,


Subtle:
Wrapt in perplexed Allegories?


Mammon:
I vrg’d that.


Mammon:
And clear’d to him, that Sisiphus was damn’d


Mammon:
To roule the ceaslesse stone, onely, because


Mammon:
He would have made ours common. Who is this?


Subtle:
God’s precious -- What do you meane? Goe in, good


Subtle:
Lady; DOL is seene.



Subtle:
Let me entreat you. Where is this Varlet?


Face:
Sir?


Subtle:
You very knaue. Do you vse me, thus?


Face:
Wherein


Face:
Sir?


Subtle:
Goe in, and see, you traytor. Goe.


Mammon:
Who is it, Sir?


Subtle:
Nothing Sir. Nothing.


Mammon:
What is the matter? Good Sir!


Mammon:
I have not seene you thus distemp’red. Who is it?


Subtle:
All Artes have still had, Sir, their aduersaries,


Subtle:
But ours the most ignorant. What now?


Face:
It was not my fault, Sir, she would speake with you.


Subtle:
Would she Sir? Follow me.


Mammon:
Stay Lungs.


Face:
I dare


Face:
not Sir.


Mammon:
Say man, what is she?


Face:
A Lords Sister, Sir.


Mammon:
How! Pray thee stay?


Face:
She is mad Sir, and sent hether --


Face:
(He will be mad too.


Mammon:
I warrant thee.) Why sent hether?


Face:
Sir, to be cur’d.


Subtle:
Why Raskall!


Face:
Loe you. Here Sir.


Mammon:
’Fore-God, a Bradamante, a braue piece!


Surly:
Hart, this is a baudy-House. I will be burnt else.


Mammon:
O, by this light, no. Do not wrong him. He is


Mammon:
Too scrupulous, that way: It is his vice.


Mammon:
No, he is a rare Phisition, do him right.


Mammon:
An excellent Paracelsian! and has done


Mammon:
Strange cures with minerall phisick. He deales all


Mammon:
With spirits, he. He will not heare a Word


Mammon:
Of Galen, or his tedious Recipee’s.


Mammon:
How now, Lungs!


Face:
Softly, Sir, speake softly. I meant


Face:
To have told your Worship all. This must not heare,


Mammon:
No, he will not be gull’d; let him alone.


Face:
You are very right. Sir, she is a most rare schollar:


Face:
And is gone mad, with studying Broughtons workes.


Face:
If you but name a word, touching the Hebrew,


Face:
She falls into her fit, and will discourse


Face:
So learnedly of Genealogies,


Face:
As you would runne mad, too, to heare her, Sir,


Mammon:
How might one do to have conference with her, Lungs?


Face:
O, diuers have runne made upon the Conference.


Face:
I do not know, Sir: I am sent in hast,


Face:
To fetch a Viale.


Surly:
Be not gull’d, Sir Mammon.


Mammon:
Wherein? ’Pray ye, be patient.


Surly:
Yes, as you are.


Surly:
And trust confederate Knaues, and Baudes, and Whores.


Mammon:
You are too foule, beleeue it. Come here, Zephyrus.


Mammon:
One word.


Face:
I dare not, in good faith.


Mammon:
Stay, Knaue.


Face:
He is extreme angry, that you saw her, Sir.


Mammon:
Drinke that. What is she, when she is out of her fit?


Face:
O the most affablest Creature, Sir! so mery!


Face:
So pleasant! she will mount you up, like quick-siluer,


Face:
Ouer the helme; and circulate, like oyle;


Face:
A very Vegetall: discourse of State,


Face:
Of Mathematiques, Baudry, any*thing --


Mammon:
Is she no way accessible? no meanes,


Mammon:
No trick, to give a man a tast of her --


Mammon:
Wit? or so?


Face:
I will come to you againe, Sir.


Mammon:
Surly, I did not think, one of your breeding


Mammon:
Would traduce personages of worth.


Surly:
Sir Epicure,


Surly:
Your friend to vse. Yet, still, loth to be gull’d.


Surly:
I do not like your Philosophicall baudes.


Surly:
Their Stone is lechery inough, to pay for,


Surly:
Without this bayte.


Mammon:
’Hart you abuse your*selfe.


Mammon:
I know the Lady, and her friends and meanes,


Mammon:
The originall of this disaster. Her Brother


Mammon:
Has told me all.


Surly:
And yet, you ne’re saw her


Surly:
Till now?


Mammon:
O yes, but I forgot. I have (beleeue it)


Mammon:
One of the treacherou’st memories, I do think,


Mammon:
Of all mankinde.


Subtle:
What call you her Brother?


Mammon:
My


Mammon:
Lord --


Mammon:
He will not have his name knowne, now I think of it.


Surly:
A very trecherous memory.


Mammon:
O’ my faith --


Surly:
Tut if you have it not about you passe it,


Surly:
Till we meete next.


Mammon:
Nay, by this hand, it is true.


Mammon:
He is one I honour, and my noble friend,


Mammon:
And I respect his House.


Surly:
Hart! Can it be,


Surly:
That a graue Sir, a rich, that has no need,


Surly:
A wise Sir, too, at other times, should thus


Surly:
With his owne oathes, and arguments, make hard meanes


Surly:
To gull himselfe? And, this be your Elixir,


Surly:
Your Lapis Mineralis, and your Lunarie;


Surly:
Give me your honest trick, yet, at Primero,


Surly:
Or Gleeke; and take your Lutum sapientis,


Surly:
Your Menstruum simplex: I will have Gold, before you,


Surly:
And, with lesse danger of the Quick-siluer;


Surly:
Or the hot Sulphur.


Face:
Here is one from Captain Face, Sir,


Face:
Desires you meete him in the Temple-Church,


Face:
Some halfe houre hence, and upon earnest busines.


Face:
Sir, if you please to quit us, now; and come,


Face:
Againe, within two howers: You shall have


Face:
My Master busie examining of the workes,


Face:
And I will steale you in, vnto the party;


Face:
That you may see her Conuerse. Sir, Shall I say,


Face:
You will meete the Captaines Worship?


Surly:
Sir, I will.


Surly:
But, by Attorney, and to a second purpose.


Surly:
Now, I am sure, it is a Bawdy-house;


Surly:
I will sweare it, were the Marshall here, to thanke me.


Surly:
The naming this Commander, doth confirme it.


Surly:
Don Face! Why, he is the most autentique dealer


Surly:
In these Commodities! The Superintendent


Surly:
To all the queinter Traffiquers, in towne.


Surly:
He is their Visiter, and does appoint


Surly:
Who lies with whom; and at what hower; what price;


Surly:
Which gowne; and in what smock; what fall; what tire.


Surly:
Him will I proue, by a third person, to finde


Surly:
The subtilties of this darke Labyrinth:


Surly:
Which, if I do discouer, deare, Sir Mammon,


Surly:
You will give your poore Friend leaue, though no Philosopher,


Surly:
To laugh: for you that are, it is thought, shall weepe.


Face:
Sir. He does pray, you will not forget.


Surly:
I will not, Sir.


Surly:
Sir Epicure, I shall leaue you.


Mammon:
I follow you, streight.


Face:
But do so, good Sir, to auoide suspicion.


Face:
This Gent’man has a par’lous head.


Mammon:
But wilt thou


Mammon:
Be constant to thy promise?


Face:
As my life, Sir.


Mammon:
And wilt thou insinuate what I am? and praise me?


Mammon:
And say I am a Noble fellow?


Face:
O what else, Sir?


Face:
And, that you will make her royall, with the Stone,


Face:
An Empresse; and your*self King of Bantam.


Mammon:
Wilt thou do this?


Face:
Will I Sir?


Mammon:
Lungs,


Mammon:
my Lungs,


Mammon:
I loue thee.


Face:
Send your stuffe Sir, that my Master


Face:
May busie himselfe, about proiection.


Mammon:
Thou hast witch’d me, Rogue: Take, Goe.


Face:
Your Iack


Face:
and all Sir.


Mammon:
Thou art a Villaine -- I will send my Iack;


Mammon:
And the weights too. Slaue, I could bite thine eare.


Mammon:
Away, thou doest not care for me.


Face:
Not I Sir?


Mammon:
Come, I was borne to make thee, my good Weasell;


Mammon:
Set thee on a bench: and, have thee twirle a Chaine


Mammon:
With the best Lord Vermine, of them all.


Face:
Away Sir.


Mammon:
A Count, nay a Count-Palatine --


Face:
Good Sir, goe.


Mammon:
Shall not aduance thee, better; no, nor faster.
Scene 4

Subtle:
Has he bitt? Has he bit?


Face:
And swallow’d too, my Subtle.


Face:
I have giu’n him line, and now he playes, I*faith.


Subtle:
And shall we twitch him?


Face:
Thorough both the gills.


Face:
A Wench is a rare bayt, with which a Man


Face:
No sooner is taken, but he straight firkes mad.


Subtle:
Dol, my Lord Whachums Sister, you must now


Subtle:
Beare yourselfe statelich.


Dol:
O, let me alone.


Dol:
I will not forget my race, I warrant you.


Dol:
I will keep my distance, laugh, and talke about;


Dol:
Have all the trickes of a proud sciruy Lady:


Dol:
And be as rude as her woman.


Face:
Well said, sanguine.


Subtle:
But will he send his Andirons?


Face:
His Iack too;


Face:
And his iron Shooing-horne. I have spoke to him. Well,


Face:
I must not loose my wary Gamster, yonder.


Subtle:
O Monsieur Caution, that will not be gull’d?


Face:
Aye, if I can strike hooke into him, now,


Face:
The Temple-Church, there I have cast mine angle.


Face:
Well, pray for me. I will about it.


Subtle:
What, more Gudgeons!


Subtle:
Dol, scout, scout; stay Face, you must goe to the dore.


Subtle:
’Pray God, it be my Anabaptist. Who is it Dol?


Dol:
I know him not. He lookes like a Gold-end man.


Subtle:
Gods son! it is he, he said he would send. What call you him?


Subtle:
The sanctified Elder, that should deale


Subtle:
For Mammons, Iack, and Andirons! Let him in.


Subtle:
Stay, help me off, first, with my gowne. Away


Subtle:
Ma-dame, to your withdrawing Chamber. Now,


Subtle:
In a new tune, new gesture, but old language.


Subtle:
This fellow is sent, from one negotiates with me


Subtle:
About the stone, too; for the holy Brethren


Subtle:
Of Amstredam; the exil’d Saints: that hope


Subtle:
To raise their discipline, by it. I must vse him


Subtle:
In some strange fashion, now, to make him admire me.
Scene 5

Subtle:
Where is my Drudge?


Face:
Sir.


Subtle:
Take away the


Subtle:
Recipient.


Subtle:
And rectifie your Menstrue, from the Phlegma.


Subtle:
Then poure it, on the Sol, in the Cucurbite,


Subtle:
And let them macerate, together.


Face:
Yes, Sir.


Face:
And saue the ground?


Subtle:
No. Terra damnata


Subtle:
Must not have entrance, in the worke. Who are you?


Ananias:
A faithfull Brother, if it please you.


Subtle:
What is that?


Subtle:
A Lullianist? a Ripley? Filius artis?


Subtle:
Can you sublime, and dulcefie, salcine?


Subtle:
Know you the sapor pontick? sapor stipstick?


Subtle:
Or, what is Homogene, or Heterogene?


Ananias:
I vnderstand no Heathen language, truely.


Subtle:
Heathen, you Knipper-doling? Is Ars sacra,


Subtle:
Or Chrysopo*eia, or Spagirica,


Subtle:
Or the Pamphysick, or Panarchick knowledge,


Subtle:
A Heathen language?


Ananias:
Heathen Greeke, I take it.


Subtle:
How? Heathen Greeke?


Ananias:
All is Heathen, but the Hebrew.


Subtle:
S’rah, my Varlet, stand you forth, and speake to him


Subtle:
Like a Philosopher: Answere, in the language.


Subtle:
Name the vexations, and the Martyrizations


Subtle:
Of Mettalls, in the Worke.


Face:
Sir, Putrefaction,


Face:
Solution, Ablution, Sublimation,


Face:
Cobobation, Calcination, Ceration, and


Face:
Fixation.


Subtle:
This is Heathen Greeke, to you, now?


Subtle:
And when comes Viuification?


Face:
After Mortification.


Subtle:
What is Cohobation?


Face:
It is the powring on


Face:
Your Aqua Regis, and then drawing him off,


Face:
To the trine circle of the seuen spheares.


Subtle:
What is the proper passion of Mettalls?


Face:
Malleation.


Subtle:
What is your Vltimum supplicium auri?


Face:
Antimonium.


Subtle:
This is Heathen Greek, to you? And, what is your Mercury?


Face:
A very Fugitiue, he will be gone, Sir.


Subtle:
How know you him?


Face:
By his viscositie,


Face:
His oleositie, and his suscitabilitie.


Subtle:
How do you sublime him?


Face:
With the calce of Egge-shels,


Face:
White Marble, Talck,


Subtle:
Your Magisterium, now?


Subtle:
What is that?


Face:
Shifting, Sir, your elements,


Face:
Dry into cold, cold into moyst, moist into


Face:
hot, hot into dry.


Subtle:
This is Heathen Greeke to you, still?


Subtle:
Your Lapis Philosophicus?


Face:
It is a Stone, and not


Face:
A Stone, a spirit, a soule, and a body;


Face:
Which, if you do dissolue, it is dissolu’d,


Face:
If you coagulate, it is coagulated,


Face:
If you make it to flye, it flyeth.


Subtle:
Inough.


Subtle:
This is Heathen Greeke, to you? What are you Sir.


Ananias:
Please you, a Seruant of the exilde Brethren,


Ananias:
That deale with Widdowes, and with Orphanes goods;


Ananias:
And make a iust account, vnto the Saints:


Ananias:
A Deacon.


Subtle:
O, you are sent from Mr% Wholsome,


Subtle:
Your Teacher?


Ananias:
From Tribulation Wholsome,


Ananias:
Our very zealous Pastor.


Subtle:
Good. I have


Subtle:
Some Orphanes goods to come here.


Ananias:
Of what kind, Sir?


Subtle:
Peuter, and Brasse, Andirons, and Kitchin ware,


Subtle:
Mettalls, that we must vse our med’cine on:


Subtle:
Wherein the Brethren may have a penn’orth.


Subtle:
For ready money.


Ananias:
Were the Orphanes Parents


Ananias:
Sincere professors?


Subtle:
Why do you aske?


Ananias:
Because


Ananias:
We then are to deale iustly, and give (in truth)


Ananias:
Their vtmost valew.


Subtle:
’Slid, you would cossen, else,


Subtle:
And, if their Parents were not of the Faithfull?


Subtle:
I will not trust you, now I think of it,


Subtle:
Till I have talk’d with your Pastor. Have you brought money


Subtle:
To buy more Coales?


Ananias:
No surely.


Subtle:
No? How so?


Ananias:
The Brethren bid me say vnto you, Sir.


Ananias:
Surely, they will not venter any more,


Ananias:
Till they may see proiection.


Subtle:
How!


Ananias:
You have had,


Ananias:
For the Instruments, as bricks, and lome, and glasses,


Ananias:
Already thirty pound; and, for Materialls,


Ananias:
They say, some ninety more: And, they have heard, since,


Ananias:
That one, at Hiedelberg, made it, of an Egge


Ananias:
And a small paper of Pinne-dust.


Subtle:
What is your name?


Ananias:
My name is Ananias.


Subtle:
Out, the Varlet


Subtle:
That cossend the Apostles! Hence, away,


Subtle:
Flee Mischiefe; had your holy Consistory


Subtle:
No name to send me, of another sound;


Subtle:
Then wicked Ananias? Send your Elders,


Subtle:
Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly,


Subtle:
And give me satisfaction; or out goes


Subtle:
The fire: and downe the Alembekes, and the Fornace.


Subtle:
Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch,


Subtle:
Both Sericon, and Bufo, shall be lost,


Subtle:
Tell them. All hope of rooting out the Bishops,


Subtle:
Or the Antichristian Hierarchie shall perish,


Subtle:
If they stay threescore minutes. The Aqueitie.


Subtle:
Terreity, and Sulphureitie


Subtle:
Shall runne together againe, and all be annull’d


Subtle:
Thou wicked Ananias. This will fetch them,


Subtle:
And make them hast towards their gulling more.


Subtle:
A man must deale like a rough Nurse, and fright


Subtle:
Those, that are froward, to an appetite.
Scene 6

Face:
He is busie with his spirits, but we will upon him.


Subtle:
How now! What Mates? What Baiards have we here?


Face:
I told you he would be furious. Sir, Here is Nab,


Face:
Has brought you another peece of Gold, to looke on:


Face:
(We must appease him. Give it me) and prayes you


Face:
You would deuise (what is it Nab?)


Drugger:
A signe, Sir.


Face:
Aye, a good lucky one, a thriuing Signe, Doctor.


Subtle:
I was deuising now.


Face:
’Slight, do not say so,


Face:
He will repent he gave you any more.


Face:
What say you to his Constellation, Doctor?


Face:
The Ballance?


Subtle:
No, that way is stale, and Common.


Subtle:
A Townes Man, borne in Taurus, giues the Bull;


Subtle:
Or the Bulls-head: In Aries, the Ram.


Subtle:
A poore deuise. No. I will have his Name


Subtle:
Form’d in some mystick character; whose radij,


Subtle:
Striking the senses of the passers*by,


Subtle:
Shall, by a virtuall influence, breed affections,


Subtle:
That may result upon the party ownes it:


Subtle:
As thus --


Face:
Nab.


Subtle:
He first shall have a Bell, That is Abell;


Subtle:
And, by it, standing one, whose name is Dee,


Subtle:
In a rugg Gowne; There is D% and Rug, that is Drug:


Subtle:
And, right anenst him, a Dog snarling Er;


Subtle:
There is Drugger, Abel Drugger. That is his signe.


Subtle:
And here is now Mystery, and Hieroglyphick.


Subtle:
Abell, thou art made.


Drugger:
Sir, I do thanke his Worship.


Face:
Sixe of thy legges more, will not do it, Nab.


Face:
He has brought you a pipe of Tobacco, Doctor.


Drugger:
Yes, Sir.


Drugger:
I have another thing, I would impart --


Face:
Out with it Nab.


Drugger:
Sir, there is lodg’d hard by me


Drugger:
A rich yong Widdow.


Face:
Good! a Bona roba?


Drugger:
But nineteene, at the most.


Face:
Very good, Abel.


Drugger:
Mary she is not in fashion, yet; she weares


Drugger:
A hood: but it stands a cop.


Face:
No matter Abel.


Drugger:
And, I do, now and then give her a fucus,


Face:
What doest thou deale, Nab?


Subtle:
I did tell you, Captaine,


Drugger:
And physick too sometime, Sir, for which she trusts me


Drugger:
With all her minde. She is come up here, of purpose


Drugger:
To learne the fashion.


Face:
Good, His match too! on Nab.


Drugger:
And she does strangely long to know her fortune.


Face:
Gods lid, Nab! Send her to the Doctor, hether.


Drugger:
Yes, I have spoke to her of his Worship, already:


Drugger:
But she is afrayd, it will be blowne abroad


Drugger:
And hurt her Marriage.


Face:
Hurt it? It is the way


Face:
To heale it, if it were hurt; to make it more


Face:
Follow’d and sought: Nab, thou shalt tell her this.


Face:
She will be more knowne, more talk’d of, and your Widowes


Face:
Are ne’er of any price till they be famous;


Face:
Their Honour is their multitude of Sutors.


Face:
Send her, it may be thy good fortune. What?


Face:
Thou dost not know.


Drugger:
No, Sir, she will neuer mary


Drugger:
Vnder a Knight. Her brother has made a Vow.


Face:
What, and dost thou despayre, my little Nab,


Face:
Knowing, what the Doctor has set downe for thee,


Face:
And seeing so many, of the Citie, dub’d?


Face:
One Glasse of thy water, with a Madame I know


Face:
Will have it done Nab. What is her brother? a Knight?


Drugger:
No, Sir, A Gentleman, newly, warme in his land, Sir,


Drugger:
Scarse cold in his one and twenty; that does gouerne


Drugger:
His Sister, here: and is a Man himselfe


Drugger:
Of some three thousand a yeere, and is come up


Drugger:
To learne to quarrell, and to liue by his wittes,


Drugger:
And will goe downe againe, and dye in the Countrey.


Face:
How! to quarrell?


Drugger:
Yes, Sir, to carry Quarrells,


Drugger:
As Gallants do, and manage them, by line.


Face:
’Slid Nab. The Doctor is the onely man


Face:
In Christendome for him. He has made a Table,


Face:
With Mathematicall demonstrations,


Face:
Touching the Art of Quarrells. He will give him


Face:
An Instrument to quarrell by. Goe, bring them, both;


Face:
Him, and his Sister. And, for thee, with her


Face:
The Doctor happ’ly may perswade. Goe to.


Face:
Shalt give his Worship, a new Damaske suite


Face:
upon the premisses.


Subtle:
O good Captaine.


Face:
He shall,


Face:
He is the honestest fellow, Doctor. Say not,


Face:
No offers, bring the Damaske, and the Parties.


Drugger:
I will try my power, Sir.


Face:
And thy will too, Nab.


Subtle:
It is good Tobacco this! What is it an ounce?


Face:
He will send you a pound, Doctor.


Subtle:
O, no:


Face:
He


Face:
will do it.


Face:
It is the gooddest soule. Abell about it.


Face:
(Thou shalt know more anone. Away, be gone.)


Face:
A miserable Rogue, and liues with Cheese,


Face:
And has the wormes. That was the cause indeed


Face:
Why he came now. He dealt with me, in priuate,


Face:
To get a med’cine for them.


Subtle:
And shall, Sir. This workes.


Face:
A wife, a wife, for one of us, my deare Subtle:


Face:
We will eene draw lots, and he, that fayles, shall have


Face:
The more in goods, the other has in tayle.


Subtle:
Rather the lesse. For she may be so light


Subtle:
She may want graynes.


Face:
Aye, or be such a burden,


Face:
A man would scarse endure her, for the whole.


Subtle:
Faith, best let us see her first, and then determine.


Face:
Content. But Doll must have no breath of it.


Subtle:
Mum.


Subtle:
Away, you to your Surly yonder, Catch him.


Face:
’Pray God I have not stayd too long.


Subtle:
I feare it.


Scene 1

Tribulation:
These Chastisements are common to the Saints,


Tribulation:
And such rebukes the Elect must beare, with patience;


Tribulation:
They are the exercises of the Spirit,


Tribulation:
And sent to tempt our fraylties.


Ananias:
In pure zeale,


Ananias:
I do not like the man: He is a Heathen,


Ananias:
And speakes the language of Canaan, truely.


Tribulation:
I think him a prophane person, indeed.


Ananias:
He beares


Ananias:
The visible marke of the beast, in his forehead.


Ananias:
And for his Stone, it is a worke of darknesse,


Ananias:
And, with Philosophie, blinds the eyes of man.


Tribulation:
Good Brother, we must bend vnto all meanes,


Tribulation:
That may give furtherance, to the holy cause.


Ananias:
Which his cannot: The sanctified cause


Ananias:
Should have a sanctified course.


Tribulation:
Not alwaies necessary.


Tribulation:
The Children of perdition are, oft*times,


Tribulation:
Made instruments euen of the greatest workes.


Tribulation:
Beside, we should give somewhat to mans nature,


Tribulation:
The place he liues in, still about the Fire,


Tribulation:
And fume of Mettalls, the intoxicate


Tribulation:
The brayne of Man, and make him prone to passion.


Tribulation:
Where have you greater Atheists, then your Cookes?


Tribulation:
Or more prophane, or cholerick then your Glasse-men?


Tribulation:
More Antichristian then your Bell-founders?


Tribulation:
What makes the Diuell so diuelish, I would aske you,


Tribulation:
Sathan, our common enemy, but his being


Tribulation:
Perpetually about the fire, and boyling


Tribulation:
Brimstone, and Arsnike? We must give, I say,


Tribulation:
Vnto the motiues, and the stirrers up


Tribulation:
Of humors in the blood. It may be so.


Tribulation:
When as the worke is done, the Stone is made,


Tribulation:
This heate of his may turne into a zeale,


Tribulation:
And stand up for the beauteous discipline,


Tribulation:
Against the menstruous cloth, and ragg of Rome.


Tribulation:
We must awayt his calling, and the comming


Tribulation:
Of the good Spirit. You did fault, to upbraid him


Tribulation:
With the Brethrens blessing of Heidelberg, waighing


Tribulation:
What neede we have, to hasten on the Worke,


Tribulation:
For the restoring of the silenc’d Saints,


Tribulation:
Which ne’er will be, but by the Philosophers Stone.


Tribulation:
And, so a learned Elder, one of Scotland,


Tribulation:
Assur’d me; Aurum potabile being


Tribulation:
The onely med’cine, for the ciuill Magistrate,


Tribulation:
To incline him to a feeling of the cause:


Tribulation:
And must be dayly vs’d, in the disease.


Ananias:
I have not a*edified more, truely, by man;


Ananias:
Not, since the beautifull light, first, shone on me:


Ananias:
And I am sad my zeale hath so offended.


Tribulation:
Let us call on him, then.


Ananias:
The motion is good.


Ananias:
And of the Spirit; I will knock first: Peace be within.
Scene 2

Subtle:
O Are you come? It was time. Your threescore minutes


Subtle:
Were at the last thred, you see, And, downe had gone


Subtle:
Furnus acedia*e, Turris circulatorius,


Subtle:
Lembeke, Bolts-head, Retort, and Pellicane


Subtle:
Had all been cinders. Wicked Ananias!


Subtle:
Art thou return’d? Nay then it goes downe, yet.


Tribulation:
Sir, be appeased, He is come to humble


Tribulation:
Himselfe in Spirit, and to aske your patience,


Tribulation:
If too much zeale hath carried him, aside,


Tribulation:
From the due path.


Subtle:
Why, this doth qualefie.


Tribulation:
The Brethren had no purpose, verely,


Tribulation:
To give you the least greeuance: but are ready


Tribulation:
To lend their willing hands, to any proiect


Tribulation:
The Spirit, and you direct.


Subtle:
This qualefies more.


Tribulation:
And, for the Orphanes goods, let them be valew’d,


Tribulation:
Or what is needfull, else, to the holy Worke,


Tribulation:
It shall be numbred: Here, by me, the Saints


Tribulation:
Throw downe their purse before you.


Subtle:
This qualifies, most.


Subtle:
Why, thus it should be, now you vnderstand.


Subtle:
Have I discours’d so vnto you, of our Stone?


Subtle:
And, of the good that it shall bring your cause?


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Shew’d you (beside the mayne of hiring forces


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Abroad, drawing the Hollanders, your friends,


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From the Indies, to serue you, with all their Fleete)


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That euen the med’cinall vse shall make you a faction,


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And party in the Realme. As, put the case,


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That some great Man, in state, he have the Gout,


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Why you but send three droppes of your Elixir,


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You help him straight: There you have made a Friend.


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Another has the Palsey, or the Dropsie,


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He takes of your incombustible stuffe,


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He is yong againe: There you have made a Friend.


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A Lady, that is past the feate of body,


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Though not of minde, and hath her face decay’d


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Beyond all cure of paintings you restore


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With the Oyle of Talck: There you have made a Friend.


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And all her friends. A Lord, that is a Leper,


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A Knight, that has the bone-ache, or a Squire


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That hath both these, you make them smooth, and sound,


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With a bare fricace of your med’cine: Still,


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You increase your Friends.


Tribulation:
Aye, it is very pra*egnant.


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And, then, the turning of this Lawyers pewter


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To plate, at Christ-masse.


Ananias:
Christ-tide, I pray you.


Subtle:
Yet, Ananias?


Ananias:
I have done.


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Or changing


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His parcell guilt, to massy Gold. You cannot


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But raise you Friends. With all, to be of power


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To pay an armie, in the field; to buy


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The King of France, out of his Realmes; or Spaine,


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Out of his Indies: What can you not do,


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Against Lords Spirituall, or Temporall,


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That shall oppone you?


Tribulation:
Verely, it is true.


Tribulation:
We may be temporall Lords, our*selues, I take it.


Subtle:
You may be any*thing, and leaue off to make


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Long-winded exercises: or suck up,


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Your ha, and hum, in a tune. I not deny,


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But such as are not graced, in a State,


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May, for their endes, be aduerse in Religion,


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And get a tune, to call the flocke together:


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For (to say sooth) a tune does much, with women,


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And other phlegmatick people, It is your Bell.


Ananias:
Bells are prophane, a tune may be religious.


Subtle:
No warning with you? Then, farewell my patience.


Subtle:
’Slight, it shall downe: I will not be thus tortur’d.


Tribulation:
I pray you, Sir.


Subtle:
All shall perish. I have spoke it.


Tribulation:
Let me finde grace, Sir, in your eyes; The man


Tribulation:
He stands corrected: neither did his zeale


Tribulation:
(But as yourselfe) allow a tune; some-where.


Tribulation:
Which, now, being to’ard, the Stone, we shall not need.


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No, nor your holy vizard, to winne Widdowes


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To give you Legacies; or make zealous Wiues


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To rob their Husbands, for the common cause;


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Nor take the start of Bandes, broke but one day,


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And say, they were forfeited, by prouidence.


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Nor shall you neede, ore night, to eate huge meales,


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To celebrate your next dayes fast the better:


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The whilst the Brethren, and the Sisters, humbled,


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Abate the stiffenesse of the flesh; Nor cast


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Before your hungry hearers, scrupulous bones,


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As whether a Christian may hawke, or hunt;


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Or whether, Matrons, of the holy Assembly,


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May lay their haire out, or weare doublets,


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Or have that Idol Starch, about their linnen.


Ananias:
It is indeed an Idoll.


Tribulation:
Minde him not, Sir.


Tribulation:
I do command thee, Spirit (of zeale, but trouble)


Tribulation:
To peace within him. Pray you Sir, goe on.


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Nor shall you need to libell ’gainst the Prelates,


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And shorten so your eares, against the hearing


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Of the next wire-drawne Grace. Nor, of necessitie,


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Rayle against playes, to please the Alderman,


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Whole dayly Custard you deuoure. Nor lie


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With zealous rage, till you are hoarse. Not one


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Of these so singular artes. Nor call your*selues,


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By names of Tribulation, Persecution,


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Restraint, Long-Patience, and such like, affected


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By the whole Family, or Wood of you,


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Onely for glory, and to catch the eare


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Of the Disciple.


Tribulation:
Truely, Sir, they are


Tribulation:
Wayes, that the Godly Brethren have inuented,


Tribulation:
For propagation of the holy cause,


Tribulation:
As very notable meanes; and whereby, also,


Tribulation:
Themselues grow soone, and profitably famous.


Subtle:
O, but the Stone, all is idle to it! nothing!


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The art of Angels, Natures miracle,


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The diuine secret, that doth flye in clouds,


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From East to West: and whose Tradition


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Is not from men but spirits.


Ananias:
I hate Traditions.


Ananias:
I do not trust them.


Tribulation:
Peace.


Ananias:
They are Popish, all.


Ananias:
I will not peace. I will not --


Tribulation:
Ananias.


Ananias:
Please the prophane, to greeue the godly. I may not.


Subtle:
Well, Ananias, thou shalt ouercome.


Tribulation:
It is an ignorant zeale, that haunts him, Sir.


Tribulation:
But truely, else, a very faithfull Brother;


Tribulation:
A Botcher: and a man, by reuelation,


Tribulation:
That hath a competent knowledge of the Truth.


Subtle:
Has he a competent summe, there, in the bagg,


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To buy the goods, within? I am made Guardian,


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And must, for Charitie, and Conscience sake,


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Now, see the most be made, for my poore Orphane.


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Though I desire the Brethren, too, good Gayners.


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There, they are, within. When you have view’d, and bought them,


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And tane the Inuentory of what they are,


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They are ready for proiection; there is no more


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To do; Cast on the med’cine: So much Siluer


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As there is Tinne there, so much Gold as Brasse,


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I will give it you in, by waight.


Tribulation:
But how long time,


Tribulation:
Sir, must the Saints expect, yet?


Subtle:
Let me see,


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How is the Moone, now? Eight, nine, ten dayes hence


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He will be Siluer potate; then, three dayes,


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Before he citronise: some fifteene dayes,


Subtle:
The Magisterium will be perfected.


Ananias:
About the second day, of the third weeke,


Ananias:
In the ninth Month?


Subtle:
Yes my good Ananias.


Tribulation:
What will the Orphanes goods arise to, think you?


Subtle:
Some hundred Markes; as much as fill’d three Carres,


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Vnladed now: you shall make sixe millions of them.


Subtle:
But I must have more coales laid in.


Tribulation:
How!


Subtle:
Another load,


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And then we have finish’d. We must now encrease


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Our fire to Ignis ardent, we are past


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Fimuss equinus, Balnei, Cineris,


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And all those lenter heates. If the holy Purse


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Should, with this draught; fall low, and that the Saints


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Do need a present summe; I have trick


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To melt the Pewter, you shall buy now, instantly,


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And, with a tincture, make you as good Dutch Dollers,


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As any are in Holland.


Tribulation:
Can you so?


Subtle:
Aye, and shall bide the third examination.


Ananias:
It will be ioyfull tidings to the Brethren.


Subtle:
But you must cary it, secret.


Tribulation:
Aye, but stay,


Tribulation:
This act of coyning, is it lawfull?


Ananias:
Lawfull?


Ananias:
We know no Magistrate Or, if we did,


Ananias:
This is forraine coyne.


Subtle:
It is no coyning, Sir.


Subtle:
It is but casting.


Tribulation:
Ha? you distinguish well.


Tribulation:
Casting of money may be lawfull.


Ananias:
It is, Sir.


Tribulation:
Truely, I take it so.


Subtle:
There is no scruple


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Sir, to be made of it; beleeue Ananias.


Subtle:
This case of conscience he is studied in.


Tribulation:
I will make a question of it, to the Brethren.


Ananias:
The Brethren shall approue it lawfull, doubt not.


Ananias:
Where shall it be done?


Subtle:
For that we will talke, anone.


Subtle:
There is some to speake with me. Goe in, I pray you,


Subtle:
And viewe the parcels. That is the Inuentory.


Subtle:
I will come to you straight. Who is it? Face? Appeare.
Scene 3

Subtle:
How now? Good prise?


Face:
Good poxe. Yond’ costiue


Face:
Cheater


Face:
Neuer came on.


Subtle:
How then?


Face:
I have walkd the round,


Face:
Till now, and no such thing.


Subtle:
And have you quit him?


Face: