Mam. My Surly, Again, I say to thee, aloud, Be rich; This day, thou shalt have ingots; and, to-morrow, Give lords th' affront. Is it, my Zephirus, right? Blushes the bolt's-head? Face. Like a wench with child, sir, That were, but now, discover'd to her master. Face. No, sir? Buy The covering off o' churches. Mam. That's true. Face. Yes, Let them stand bare, as do their auditory; Mam. No, good thatch : Thatch will lie light upon the rafters, Lungs. Face. I have blown, sir, Hard for your worship; these blear❜d eyes Thou hast descry'd the flower. Face. Yes, sir, 80 100 Mam. Where's master? Face. At his prayers, sir: he, Good man, he's doing his devotions, For the success. Mam. Lungs, I will set a period To all thy labours: thou shalt be the master Face. Good, "sir. "Mam. But do you hear? "I'll geld you, Lungs. "Face. Yes," sir. Mam. For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines, Face. Both blood and spirit, sir. Mam. I will have all my beds blown up; not stuff'd; Down is too hard. (Is it arriv'd at ruby?) 120 Where I spy A wealthy citizen, or a rich lawyer, Have a sublim'd pure wife, unto that fellow I'll send a thousand pounds, to be my cuckold. Mam. No, I'll have no bawds, But fathers and mothers. They will do it best, Shall be the pure, and gravest of divines That I can get for money. My meet fools, We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the medicine. With emeralds, saphirs, hyacinths, and rubies. Dress'd with an exquisite and poignant sauce ; Face. Sir, I'll go look A little, how it heightens. I'll have of taffata-sarsnet, soft and light My gloves of fishes and birds-skins, perfum'd 140 [Exit. Sur. And do you think to have the Stone with this? Mam. No, I do think t' have all this with the Stone., Sur. Why, I have heard, he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal sin, a very virgin. Mam. That makes it, sir, he is so. But I buy it. My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch, Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald, 160 What is he is with you? Mam. An heretic that I did bring along, In hope, sir, to convert him. Sub. Son, I doubt Yo'are covetous, that thus you meet your time I' the just point: prevent your day, at morning, Of importune, and carnal appetite; Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leave you, Not prosper, where my love and zeal hath placed them. Have look'd no way, but unto public good. Now grown a prodigy with men. Wherein If you, my son, should now prevaricate, 180 A curse will follow, yea, and overtake Your subtle, and most secret ways. Mam. I know, sir. You shall not need to fear me. I but come, To have you to confute this gentleman. Indeed, sir, somewhat costive of belief Sub. Well, son, All that I can convince him in, is this: The work is done; bright Sol is in his robe. Thanks be to Heaven, And make us worthy of it. Ulen Spigel! 200 Face. [Within.] Anon, sir. Sub. Look well to the register, And let your heat still lessen by degrees, To the Aludels. "Face. Yes, sir. "Sub. Did you look "O'the Bolt's head yet? "Face. Which, on D, sir? "Sub. Ay. "What's the complexion? "Face. Whitish. "Sub. Infuse vinegar "To draw his volatile substance, and his tin&ture; "And let the water in glass E. be filter'd, "And put into the Gripe's egg." Lute him well; And leave him clos'd in balneo ; E |