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Dol. I know him not: he looks like a gold-end
Sub. Ods so! 'tis he; he said he would send, what call you him?
The sanctified elder, that should deal
For Mammon's jack and andirons. Let him in. Stay, help me off, first, with my gown. [Exit FACE with the gown.] Away,
Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. [Exit
In a new tune, new gesture, but old language.—
I have given him line, and now he plays, i' faith. Or chrysopoeia, or spagyrica, Sub. And shall we twitch him?
Or the pamphysic, or panarchic knowledge,
Ana. Heathen Greek, I take it.
Sub. How! heathen Greek?
Ana. All's heathen but the Hebrew.
Sub. Sirrah, my varlet,' stand you forth and speak to him
Like a philosopher: answer in the language.
Face. Sir, putrefaction,
Solution, ablution, sublimation,
Cohobation, calcination, ceration, and
Sub. What's the proper passion of metals?
Sub. What's your ultimum supplicium auri?1
Sub. This is heathen Greek to you!-And what's your mercury?
Face. A very fugitive, he will be gone, sir.
His oleosity, and his suscitability.
Sub. Your magisterium, now,
Face. Shifting, sir, your elements,
Dry into cold, cold into moist, moist into hot,
Sub. This is heathen Greek to you still!
Face. "Tis a stone,
And not a stone; a spirit, a soul, and a body:
If you make it to fly, it flieth.
This is heathen Greek to you! What are you, sir? Ana. Please you, a servant of the exiled brethren,
That deal with widows and with orphans' goods;
Sub. Oh, you are sent from Master Wholesome, Your teacher?
Ana. From Tribulation Wholesome,
Our very zealous pastor.
Sub. Good! I have
Some orphans' goods to come here.
Ana. Of what kind, sir?
Sub. Pewter and brass, andirons and kitchen
Flee, mischief! had your holy consistory
Tell them. All hope of rooting out the bishops,
Shall run together again, and all be annull'd, Thou wicked Ananias! [Exit ANANIAS.]-This will fetch 'em,
And make them haste towards their gulling more.
Re-enter FACE in his uniform, followed by
Face. He is busy with his spirits, but we'll upon him.
Sub. How now! what mates, what Baiards 2 have we here?
Face. I told you he would be furious.-Sir, here's Nab,
Has brought you another piece of gold to look
We must appease him. Give it me,-and prays
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.-
Sub. No, that way is stale, and common.
Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections,
Sub. He shall have a bel, that's Abel; 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. That's his sign. And here's now mystery and hieroglyphic! Face. Abel, thou art made.
Drug. Sir, I do thank his worship.
Face. Six o' thy legs more will not do it, Nab.He has brought you a pipe of tobacco, doctor. Drug. Yes, sir:
I have another thing I would impart―
Drug. Sir, there is lodged, hard by me,
A rich young widow
Face. Good! a bona roba?
Drug. But nineteen, at the most.
To learn the fashion.
Face. Good (his match too!)-On, Nab.
Drug. And she doth strangely long to know her fortune.
Face. Ods lid, Nab, send her to the doctor, hither.
Drug. Yes, I have spoke to her of his worship already;
But she's afraid it will be blown abroad,
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 their 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, 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
Drug. Yes, sir, to carry quarrels,
Face. 'Slid, Nab, the doctor is the only man
Him and his sister. And, for thee, with her
Sub. Oh, good captain!
Face. He shall;
He is the honestest fellow, doctor.-Stay not,
Sub. "Tis good tobacco, this! what is't an ounce ?
Face. He'll send you a pound, doctor.
Face. He will do't.
It is the goodest soul!--Abel, about it.
A miserable rogue, and lives with cheese,
Sub. And shall, sir. This works.
Face. A wife, a wife for one of us, my dear Subtle!
We'll e'en draw lots, and he that fails shall have The more in goods, the other has in tail.
Sub. Rather the less: for she may be so light She may want grains.
Face. Ay, or be such a burden,
A man would scarce endure her for the whole. Sub. Faith, best let's see her first, and then determine.
Face. Content: but Dol must have no breath on't.
That may give furtherance to the holy cause. Ana. Which his cannot: the sanctified cause Should have a sanctified course.
Tri. Not always necessary:
The children of perdition are ofttimes
The brain of man, and make him prone to passion.
More antichristian than your bell-founders? What makes the devil so devilish, I would ask you,
Sathan, our common enemy, but his being
Were at last thread, you see; and down had gone
Art thou return'd? Nay then, it goes down yet.
Sub. Why, this doth qualify!
Tri. The brethren had no purpose, verily, To give you the least grievance: but are ready To lend their willing hands to any project The spirit and you direct.
Sub. This qualifies more!
Tri. And for the orphan's goods, let them be
Or what is needful else to the holy work,
Why, thus it should be, now you understand.
That even the med'cinal use shall make you a faction
And party in the realm? As, put the case,
Another has the palsy or the dropsy,
That hath both these, you make them smooth and sound,
With a bare fricace of your med'cine: still
Tri. Ay, it is very pregnant.2
Sub. And then the turning of this lawyer's pewter To plate at Christmas.
Ana. Christ-tide, I pray you.
Ana. I have done.
Sub. Or changing
His parcel gilt to massy gold. You cannot
The king of France out of his realms, or Spain
Tri. Verily, 'tis true.
We may be temporal lords ourselves, I take it. Sub. You may be anything, and leave off to make
Long-winded exercises; or suck up
Your ha! and hum! in a tune. I not deny,
Ana. Bells are profane; a tune may be religious. Sub. No warning with you! then farewell my patience.
Slight, it shall down: I will not be thus tortured. Tri. I pray you, sir.
Sub. All shall perish. I have spoke it.
Tri. Let me find grace, sir, in your eyes; the
He stands corrected: neither did his zeal,
Sub. No, nor your holy vizard, to win widows
Or have that idol starch about their linen.
Tri. Mind him not, sir.
I do command thee, spirit of zeal, but trouble,
Sub. Nor shall you need to libel 'gainst the prelates,
And shorten so your ears against the hearing
1fricace-rubbing; Lat. frico, to rub.
Ananias abhorred the word mass.
4 parcel gilt-partly gilt.
7 wood is used to signify any miscellaneous collection
or stock of materials.-UPTON.
Only for glory, and to catch the ear
Tri. Truly, sir, they are
Ways that the godly brethren have invented,
As very notable means, and whereby also
The divine secret that doth fly in clouds
Ana. I hate traditions;
I do not trust them.
Ana. Please the profane, to grieve the godly; I may not.
Sub. Well, Ananias, thou shalt overcome.
Tri. It is an ignorant zeal that haunts him, sir; But truly, else, a very faithful brother, A botcher, and a man, by revelation, That hath a competent knowledge of the truth. Sub. Has he a competent sum there in the bag To buy the goods within? I am made guardian, And must, for charity, and conscience' sake, Now see the most be made for my poor orphan; Though I desire the brethren too good gainers: There they are within. When you have view'd, and bought 'em,
And ta'en the inventory of what they are,
They are ready for projection; there's no more
Tri. But how long time,
Sir, must the saints expect yet?
Sub. Let me see,
Enter FACE, in his uniform.
How now! good prize?
Face. Good pox! yond' costive1 cheater Never came on.
Sub. How then?
Face. I've walked the round Till now, and no such thing. Sub. And have you quit him?
Face. Quit him! an' hell would quit him too, he were happy.
'Slight! would you have me stalk like a mill-jade, All day, for one that will not yield us grains? I know him of old.
Sub. Oh, but to have gull'd him,
Had been a mastery.
Face. Let him go, black boy!
And turn thee, that some fresh news may possess
How's the moon now? Eight, nine, ten days A noble count, a don of Spain, my dear
He will be silver potate; then three days
Before he citronise: some fifteen days,
The magisterium will be perfected.
Ana. About the second day of the third week, In the ninth month?
Sub. Yes, my good Ananias.
Tri. What will the orphan's goods arise to, think you?
Sub. Some hundred marks, as much as fill'd three cars,
Unladed now: you'll make six millions of them.But I must have more coals laid in.
Delicious compeer, and my party-baw'd,
Furnished with pistolets and pieces of eight,
Sub. I'll send her to thee:
And but despatch my brace of little John Leydens,
Face. Are they within, then?