Some orphans' goods to come here.

Ana. Of what kind, sir?

Sub. Pewter and brass, andirons and kitchen-ware;

Metals that we must use our medicine on;

Wherein the brethren may have a penn'orth,

For ready money.

"Ana. Were the orphans' parents

"Sincere professors ?

"Sub. Why do you ask?

"Ana. Because

"We then are to deal justly, and give, in truth,

"Their utmost value.

"Sub. 'Slid, you'd cozen else,

"An if their parents were not of the faithful.

"I will not trust you, now I think on't,

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“Till I ha' talk'd with your pastor." Ha' you brought

money

To buy more coals?

Anna. No, surely.

Sub. No! How so?

Ana. The brethren bid me say unto you, sir,

Surely, they will not venture any more,

Till they may see projection.

Sub. How!

Ana. You have had

For the instruments, as bricks, and loam, and glasses, Already thirty pounds; and for materials,

They say, some ninety more: and they have heard since, That one at Heidelberg made it of an egg,

And a small paper of pin-dust.

Sub. What's your name?

Ana. My name is Ananias.

Sub. Out, the varlet

That cozen'd the apostles! Hence, away,
Flee, mischief! Had your holy consistory
No name to send me of another sound
Than wicked Ananias? Send your elders
Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly,
And gi' me satisfaction; or out goes

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The fire, and down th' alembicks, and the furnace,
"Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch,
"Both Sericon and Bufo shall be lost,

"Tell 'em. All hope of rooting out the bishops,
"Or th' antichristian hierarchy, shall perish,"
If they stay threescore minutes. The aqueity,
Terreity, and sulphureity,

Shall run together again, and all be annull'd,
Thou wicked Ananias.

This will fetch 'em,

[Exit Ananias.

And make 'em haste towards their gulling more.
A man must deal like a rough nurse, and fright
Those that are froward to an appetite.

Enter FACE and DRUGGER.

Face. He's busy with his spirits; but we'll upon him. Drug. Where are they?

Face. Hush!

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Sub. How now? What mates, what baiards ha' we here? Face. I told you he would be furious. Sir, here's Nab,

Has brought y' another piece of gold to look on.

(We must appease him. Give it me) and prays you, You would devise-What is it, Nab?

Drug. A sign, sir.

Face. Ay, a good lucky one; a thriving sign, doctor. Sub. I was devising now.

Face. 'Slight, do not say so;

He will repent he gave you any more. [Aside to Sub. What say you to his constellation, doctor?

The Balance ?

Sub. No, that way is stale and common.
A townsman born in Taurus, gives the bull,
Or the bull's head; in Aries, the ram;
A poor device. Come hither, Abel.

No, I will have his name

Form'd in some mystic character, whose radii,
Striking the senses of the passers by,

Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections,
result upon the

That may

As thus

party owns it:

Drug. I don't understand it.

Face. Nab!

Sub. He shall have a bell, that's Abel.

Drug. And so it is.

Sub. And by it standing one whose name is Dee, In a rug gown; there's D, and rug, that's Drug; And right anenst him a dog snarling er; There's Drugger, Abel Drugger.

Drug. My name!

Sub. That's his sign.

And here's now mystery and hieroglyphic !

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Face. Abel, thou art made.

Drug. I do thank his worship.

Face. Six o' thy legs more will not do it, Nab. What'st got there, Nab?

Drug. A pipe of tobacco.

Face. A pipe of tobacco! Give it me.

He has brought you a pipe of tobacco, doctor.

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Drug. Yes, sir-Captain Face, captain Face, your worship.

Face. What dost say, Nab?

Drug. I have another thing I would impart—

Face. Out with it, Nab.

Drug. Sir, there is lodg'd hard by me,

A rich young widow

Face. Good; a bona roba!

Drug. But nineteen at the most.

Face. Very good, Abel.

Drug. Marry, she's not in fashion yet; she wears

A hood; but 't stands acop.

Face. No matter, Abel.

Drug. And I do now and then give her a fucusFace. What! dost deal, Nab?

Sub. I did tell you, captain.

Drug. And physic too, sometimes, sir; for which she trusts me

With all her mind. She's come up here of purpose To learn the fashion.

Face. Good; on, Nab.

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Drug. And she does strangely long to know her

fortune.

Face. God'slid, Nab, send her to the doctor hither. Drug. Yes, I have spoken to her of his worship

already :

But she's afraid it will be blown abroad,

And hurt her marriage.

Face. Hurt it! 'Tis the way

To heal it, if 'twere hurt; to make it more

Follow'd and sought. Nab, thou shalt tell her this :
She'll be more known, more talk'd of; and your widows
Are ne'er of any price till they be famous,

Their honour is the multitude of suitors.
Send her, it may be thy good fortune. What,
Thou dost not know?

Drug. No, sir, she'll never marry

Under a knight. Her brother has made a vow. Face. What, and dost thou despair, my little Nab, Knowing what the doctor has set down for thee, And seeing so many of the city dubb'd?

"One glass o' thy water, with a madam, I know 760 "Will have it done," Nab. What's her brother? A knight?

Drug. No, sir, a gentleman, newly warm in his land, sir.

Scarce cold in his one-and-twenty, that does govern
His sister here, and is a man himself

Of some three thousand a year, and is come up
To learn to quarrel, and to live by his wits,
And will go down again, and die i' the country,
When he can't live any longer here.

Face. How to quarrel?