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At dinner in her bed, and she has sent you
Face. Sir, he shall
Sub. He must not see, nor speak To any body, till then.
Face. For that we'll put, sir, A stay in's mouth.
Sub. Of what?
Face. Of gingerbread. Make you
it fit. “ He that hath pleas'd her grace “ Thus far, shall not now crinkle for a little.'' Gape, sir, and let him fit you.
Sub. Where shall we now Bestow him?
500 Dol. I'the privy.
Sub. Come along, sir,
Face. Are they perfum'd, and his bath ready?
Sub. All Only the fumigation's somewhat strong. “ Face. Sir Epicure, I am yours, sir, by and by."
Mam. I hope my lord your brother be in health, lady.
to me, These answers speak your breeding and your blood. Dol. Blood we boast none, sir; a poor baron's
daughter. Mam. Poor! and gat you ? Profane not. Had your
father Slept all the happy remnant of his life After that act, He had done enough to make himself, “his issue," And his posterity noble,
“ Face. I'll in, and laugh.” Mam. Sweet madam, let me be particular Dol. Particular, sir? I pray you, know your distance.
Mam. In no ill sense, sweet lady, but to ask How your fair graces pass the hours ? I see Yo’are lodg’d here i' the house of a rare man, An excellent artist; but what's that to you?
Dol. Yes, sir, I study here the mathematics, And distillation.
Mam. Oh, I cry you pardon. He's a divine instructor.
Dol. Ay, and for his physick, sir
Mam. Above the art of Æsculapius,
80 Whole with these studies that contemplate nature.
Mam. It is a noble humour: but this form
Mam. Why, you are like it.
Mam. Yes, the strongest bands.
Mam. Nay, in true being, The
envy of princes, and the fear of states. Dol. Say you so, sir Epicure?
Mam. Yes, and thou shalt prove it,
Dol. You mean no treason, sir?
I am the lord of the philosopher's stone,
Dol. How, sir! ha' you that ?
Mam. I am the master of the mastery. This day the good old wretch here o' the house Has made it for us : now he's at projection. Think therefore thy first wish now ; let me hear it; And it shall rain into thy lap, no shower, But floods of gold, whole cataracts, a deluge, To get a nation on thee.
Dol. “ I could well consent, sir, “ But in a monarchy, how will this be ? “ The prince will soon take notice, and both seize “ You and your stone, it being a wealth unfit “ For any private subject.
“ Mam. 'Tis no idle fear : “ We'll therefore go with all, my girl, and live “ In a free state, where we will eat our mullets “ Sous'd in high-country wines, sup pheasants eggs, “ And have our.cockles boil'd in silver shells, “ Our shrimps to swim again, as when they liv’d, “ In a rare butter, made of dolphin's milk, “ Whose cream does look like opals: and with these “ Delicate meats set ourselves high for pleasure, “ And take us down again, and then renew “Our youth and strength, with drinking the elixir, “ And so enjoy a perpetuity of life and lust.”
Enter Face. Face. Sir, you're too loud, I hear you every word
THE ALCHYMIST. Into the laboratory. Some fitter place; The garden, or great chamber above. How like
Mam. Excellent! Lungs. There's for thee.
[Gives Money. Face. But do you hear ? Good sir, beware no mention of the Rabbins.
Mam. We think not on 'em. [Exit Mam. and Dol. Face. “Oh, it is well, sir.” Subtle !
141 Enter SUBTLE. Face. Dost thou not laugh ? Sub. Yes. Are they gone? Face. All's clear. Sub. The widow is come. Face. And your quarrelling disciple? Sub. Ay. Face. I must to my captainship again then. Sub. Stay, bring 'em in first. Face. So I meant.
What is she? A bonny belle ?
Sub. I know not.
Face. We'll draw lots. You'll stand to that
Sub. What else? To the door, man.
Face. You'll have the first kiss, 'cause I am not ready. Sub. Yes, and perhaps hit you thro' both the nostrils.
Enter KASTRIL and PLIANT. Face. Who would you speak with ?