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A curse will follow, yea, and overtake
Mam. I know, sir.
I but come,
Sur. Who is,
Sub. Well, son,
“ Face. Which, on D, sir ?
" Sub. Ay.
“What's the complexion ?
“ Face. Whitish.
“ Sub. Infuse vinegar “To draw his volatile substance, and his tincture; “ And let the water in glass E. be filter’d, " And put into the Gripe's egg.” Lute him well; And leave him clos'd in balneo ;
And bring me the complexion of glass B.
[Exit Face. Sur. What a brave language here is!. next to
canting! Sub. I have another work, you never saw, son, 220 That three days since pass'd the philosopher's wheel, In the lent heat of Athanor; and is become Sulphur of Nature.
Mam. But 'tis for me?
Sub. What need you?
Mam. Oh, but
Mam. No, I assure you,
Enter FACE. " Sub. How now?
“ Face. Sir, please you, “ Shall I not change the feltre?
« Sub. Marry, yes, “ And bring me the complexion of glass B. [Exit Face.
“ Mam. Have you another?
240 “ Your piety were firm, we would not want “ The means to glorify it. But I hope the best : “ I mean to tinet C in sand-heat to-morrow, " And give him imbition,
“ Mam. Of white oil ? “ Sub. No, sir, of red. Fis come over the helm too, " In St. Mary's Bath, and shews laç virginis. "I sent you of his faces there calcin’d. “ Out of that calx, I have won the salt of mercury. ·
“ Mam. By pouring on your rectified water ?" Sub. “Yes, and reverberating in Athanor.” How now? What colour says it?
Sur. Oh, I look'd for this.
260 In their own menstrue? Face. Yes, sir, and then married them, put
them in a bolt’s head, nipp'd to digestion, According
as you bade me, when I set The liquor of Mars to circulation, In the same heat.
Sub. The process then was right.
Sub. I think 'twas so.
Sur. Oh, this ferret Is rank as any pole-cat.
Sub. But I care not. Let him e’en die ; “ we have enough beside, " In embrion. H has his white shirt on?
" Face. Yes, sir. “ He's ripe for inceration : he stands warm “ In his ash fire." I would not, you should let 280 Any die now, if I might counsel, sir, For luck's sake to the rest. It is not good.
Mam. He says right.
Face. Nay, I know't, sir,
ounces Of fresh materials ?
Mam. Is't no more.
Face. No more, sir,
Mam. Away, here's money. What will serve ?
Sub. This needs not. But that you will have it so, 'To see conclusions of all, “ for two “ O'four inferior works are at fixation. " A third is in ascension." Go your ways. Have you set the oil of Luna in Kemia ?
Face. Yes, sir.
Sub. Yes you may bring them too.
in that. Mam. Then I may send my spits ? Sub. Yes, and your racks. Sur. And dripping pans, and pot-hangers, anul
hooks Shall he not?
Sub. If he please.
he had no faith.