An empress, and yourself King of Bantam. Mam. Wilt thou do this? Face. Will I, sir! Mam. Lungs, my Lungs ! I love thee. Face. Send your stuff, sir, that my master May busy himself about projection. Mam. Th' hast witch'd me, rogue! Take, go. Face. Your jack and all, sir. Mam. Thou art a villain-I will send my jack, 500 And the weights too. "Slave I could bite thine ear." Away; thou dost not care for me. Mam. Come, I was born to make thee, my good weasel; Set thee on a bench, and ha' thee twirl a chain With the best lord's vermin of them all. Face. Away, sir. Mam. A count, nay, a count-palatine Face. Good sir, go. Mam. Shall not advance thee better; no, nor faster. [Exit Mam. Enter SUBTLE and DoL. Sub. Has he bit? Has he bit? Face. And swallow'd too, my Subtle. I ha' given him line, and now he plays, i'faith. Face. Thorough both the gills. A wench is a rare bait, "with which a man Ι "No sooner's taken, but he straight firks mad. 520 Sub. Dol, my Lord What'shum's sister, you must now Bear yourself statelich. Dol. Oh, let me alone. I'll not forget my race, I warrant you. And be as rude as her woman, Face. Well said, Sanguine, Sub. But will he send his andirons ? And's iron shoeing-horn; I ha' spoken to him. Well, Sub. Oh, monsieur Caution, that will not be gull'd? Face. Ay; if I can strike a fine hook into him, now. The Temple Church, there I have cast mine angle. Well, pray for me; I'll about it. [One knocks. Sub. What more gudgeons? Dol, scout, scout? stay, Face, you must go to the [Exit Face. Pray Heaven it be my Anabaptist. Who is't, Dol? Dol. I know him not. He looks like an end of gold door. and silver-man, Sub. God's-so! 'tis he; he said he would send What call you him? The sanctified elder, that should deal 540 For Mammon's jack and andirons-Let him in. Stay, And help me off with my gown -Away, Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. Now, F [Exit Dol. In a new tune, new gesture, but old language. This fellow is sent from one negociates with me About the stone too; for the holy brethren "Of Amsterdam, the exil'd saints, that hope "To raise their discipline by it." I must use him "In some strange fashion now, to make him admire me." Enter FACE and ANANIAS. Where is my drudge? Face. Sir. Sub. Take away the recipient, And rectify your menstrue from the phlegma. it o' the sol, in the cucurbite, Then pour And let them macerate together. Face. Yes, sir; And save the ground? Sub. No; terra damnata Must not have entrance in the work. Who are you? 560 [Exit Face. [To Ananias. Ana. A faithful brother, if it please you. Sub. What's that? "A Lullianist, a Ripley, filius artis ? Ana. I understand no Heathen language, truly. Sub. Heathen, you knipper-doling! Is ars sacra, "Or chrysopëia, or spagyrica, "Or the pamphysick or panarchick knowledge," then language? Ana. Heathen Greek, I take it. Ana. All's Heathen but the Hebrew. Enter FACE. Sub. Sirrah, my varlet, stand you forth, and speak to him Like a philosopher: answer i' the language, Name the vexations, and the martyrizations Face. Sir, putrefaction, Solution, ablution, sublimation, Cohobation, calcination, ceration, and "Sub. This is Heathen Greek to you now. "And whence comes vivification? "Face. After mortification. "Sub. What's cohobation? "Face. 'Tis the pouring on "Your aqua regis, and then drawing him off, "Sub. What's your ultimum supplicium auri: 580 "Sub. This is Heathen Greek to you. And what's your mercury ? "Face. A very fugitive; he will begone, sir. "Sub. How know you him? 600 "Face: By his viscosity, "His oleosity, and his suscitability. "Sub. Your magisterium, now? "What's that? "Face. Shifting, sir, your elements, "Dry into cold, cold into moist, moist into hot, hot into dry." Ana. Oh, Oh ? Sub. This is Heathen Greek to you still. What is Your lapis philosophicus? Face. 'Tis a stone, and not A stone; a spirit, a soul, and a body; If you make it to fly, it flieth. Sub. Enough. This is Heathen Greek to you— What are you, sir? [Exit Face. Ana. Please you, a servant of the exil'd brethren, That deal with widows' and with orphans' goods, 621 And make a just account unto the saints; A deacon. Sub. Oh, you are sent from master Wholsome, Your teacher? Ana. From Tribulation Wholesome, Our very zealous pastor. Sub. Good. I have |