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Seems so impossible ?

Sur. But your whole work, no more. That you

should hatch gold in a furnace, sir, As they do eggs in Egypt !

Sub. Sir, do you
Believe that eggs are hatched so ?

Sur. If I should ?

Sub. Why I think that the greater miracle,
No egg but differs from a chicken more
Than inetals in themselves.

Sur. That cannot be.
The egg's ordain’d by Nature to that end,
And is a chicken in potentia.

Sub. The same we say of lead, and other metals, Which would be gold, if they had time.

Mam. And that
Our art doth further.

Sub. Ay, for 'twere absurd
To think that nature in the earth bred gold
Perfect i' the instant. Something went before.
There must be remote matter.
Sur. Ay, what is that?

Enter Doll.
Sub. Marry, we say
God's precious-What do you mean? Go in, good

lady, Let me entreat you.-Where's this varlet?

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Sub. You very knave! Do you use me thus ?
Face. Wherein, sir ?
Sub. Go in, and see, you traitor. Go. [Exit Face.
Mam. Who is it, sir?

360 Sub. Nothing, sir. Nothing.

Mam. What's the matter, good sir?
I have not seen you thus distemper’d? Who is't?

Sub. All arts have still had, sir, their adversaries; But ours the most ignorant. What now? [Face returns.

Face. 'Twas not my fault, sir; she would speak

with you.

Sub. Would she, sir ? Follow me.

[Exit Sub. Mam. Stay, Lungs. Face. I dare not, sir. Mam. How! Pray thee stay. Face. She's mad, sir, and sent hitherMam. Stay, man, what is she ?

Face. A lord's sister, sir. He'll be mad too.

Mam. I warrant thee.
Why sent hither ?

Face. Sir, to be cur'd.
Sur. Why rascal?
Face. Lo you. Here, sir,

[He goes out. Mam. 'Fore heaven, a bradamante, a brave piece, 381 Sur. Heart, this is a bawdy house! I'll be burnt else.

Mam. Oh, by this light, no do not wrong him. He's Too scrupulous that way. It is his vice. No, he's a rare physician, do him right, An excellent Paracelsian, and has done

Strange cure with mineral physick. He deals all
With spirits, he. He will not hear a word
Of Galen or his tedious recipes.

Enter Face. How now, Lungs !

Face. Softly, sir, speak softly. I meant To have told your worship all. This must not hear.

Mam. No, he will not be gullid : let him alone.

Face. Y’are very right, sir, she is a most rare scholar, And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works. If you but name a word touching the Hebrew, She falls into her fit, and will discourse So learnedly of genealogies, As you would run mad too, to hear her, sir. Mam. How might one do t'have conference with

her, Lungs?
Face. Oh, divers have run mad upon the conference.
I do not know, sir : I am sent in haste,
To fetch a viol.

Sur. Be not gulld, sir Mammon.
Mam. Wherein ? Pray ye, be patient.

Sur. Yes, as you are,
And trust confederate knaves, and bawds, and whores.

Mam. You are too foul, believe it.



Enter Face

Come here, Ulen, one word.

Face. I dare not, in good faith,
Mam. Stay, knave.

Face. He is extreme angry that you saw her, sir. Mam. Drink that. [Gives him money.] What is she

when she's out of her fit. Face. Oh, the most affablest creature, sir, so merry! So pleasant ! she'll mount you up, like quick-silver, Over the helm; and circulate, like oil, A very vegetal : discourse of state, Of mathematics, bawdry, any thing

Mam. Is she no ways accessible ? No means,
No trick to give a man a taste of her- -wit- 420
Or so?

[Sub. within.] Ulen.
Face. I'll come to you again, sir,

[Exit Mam. Surly, I did not think one of your breeding Would traduce personages of worth.

Sur. Sir Epicure,
Your friend to use: yet, still loth to be gull’d.
I do not like your philosophical bawds.
Their Stone is enough to pay for,
Without this bait.

Mam. 'Heart, you abuse yourself.
I know the lady, and her friends, and means,
The original of this disaster. Her brother,
Has told me all.

Sur. And yet you never saw hier
Till now?

Mam. Oh, yes! but I forgot: I have, believe it, One of the treacherousest memories, I do think, Of all mankind. Sur. What call you her brother?


Mam. My Lord
He will not have his name known, now I think on't,

Sur. A very treacherous memory !
Mam. O my

Sur. Tut, if you ha' it not about you, pass it,
Till we meet next.

Mam. Nay, by this hand, 'tis true : He's one I honour, and my noble friend, And I respect his house.

Sur. Heart! can it be, That a grave sir, a rich, that has no need, A wise sir, too, at other times, should thus, With his own oaths and arguments, make hard means To gull himself;

" An this be your elixir, “ Your lapis mineralis, and your lunary, « Give me your honest trick yet at primero ; " I'll have gold before you, “ And with less danger of the quick-silver, 6 Or the hot sulphur."

Enter Face. Face. Here's one from captain Face, sir, [To Surly. Desires you to meet him i' the Temple Church, 461 Some half hour hence, and upon earnest business. Sir, if you please to quit us now, and come

[He whispers Mammon. Again within two hours, you shall have My master busy examining o'the works; And I will steal you in unto the party, That you may see her converse. Sir, shall I say

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