That were the fountains, and first springs of wisdom, Wrapt in perplexed allegories? Jam. I urg'd that, And clear'd to him, that Sysiphus was damn'd To roll the ceaseless stone, only, because He would have made ours common. Who is this? Let me intreat you. Where's this varlet? Sub. You very knave! do you use me thus? Sub. Go in and see, you traitor, go. 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? Too scrupulous that way. It is his vice. Fece. Softly, sir, speak softly. I meant And is gone mad with studying Broughton's works. As you would run mad too, to hear her, sir. Face. O, divers have run mad upon the conference. I do not know, sir: I'm sent in haste, To fetch a viol. Face. O, the most affablest creature, sir! so merry! So pleasant! She'll mount you up like quicksilver, Mam. Is she no way accessible? No means, No trick to give a man a taste of her-WitOr so? -Ulen. Face. I'll come to you again, sir. Mam. Surly, I did not think one o' your breeding Would traduce personages of worth. Your friend to use: Yet, still, loth to be gull'd. Mam. Heart, you abuse yourself. I know the lady, and her friends, and means, Sur. And yet, you ne'er saw her 'Till now. Mam. O, yes, but I forgot. I have (believe it) One o' the treacherous'st 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. 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, But, by attorney, and to a second purpose. I'll swear it, were the marshal here to thank me! Who lies with whom; and at what hour, what price, Which gown, and in what smock; what fall, what tire. Him will I prove, by a third person, to find To laugh: For you that are, 'tis thought, shall Sur. I will not, sir. Sir Epicure, I shall leave you. Mum. I follow you straight. SCENE IV. SUBTLE, FACE, and DOL. Sub. Has he bit? Has he bit? Face. And swallow'd too, my Subtle. I ha' giv'n him line, and now he plays, i'faith. Sub. And shall we twitch him? Face. Through both the gills. A wench is a rare bait, with which a man must now Bear yourself statelich. Doll. O, let me alone. I'll not forget my race, I warrant you. Sub. But will he send his andirons ? And's iron shoeing-horn: I ha' spoke to him. Well, Sub. O 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. Sub. What, more gudgeons! [One knocks. Doll, scout, scout; stay, Face, you must go to the door: Face. But do so, good sir, to avoid suspicion. Pray God it be my anabaptist. Who is't, Dol? This gentleman has a par❜lous head. Mum. But wilt thou, Ulen, Be constant to thy promise? Face. As my life, sir. Dol. I know him not. He looks like a Gold end-man. Sub. Gods so! 'tis he, he said he would send, what call you him? The sanctified elder, that should deal A Lullianist? a Ripley? filius artis ? Ana. I understand no Heathen language, truly. Sub. Heathen, you knipper-doling! Is ars sacra, Or chrysopia, or spagirica, 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 Like a philosopher: Answer, i' the language. Face. Sir, putrefaction, Cohobation, calcination, ceration, and Sub. This is Heathen Greek to you, now? Face. After mortification. Your aqua regis, and then drawing him off, Sub. What's the proper passion of metals? Sub. What's your ultimum supplicium auri? Sub. This's Heathen Greek to you? Face. A very fugitive, he will be gone, sir. Sub. Your magisterium, now? Face. Shifting, sir, your elements, Dry into cold, cold into moist, moist into hot, Hot into dry. Sub. This's Heathen Greck to you, still? 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's Heathen Greek to you? What are you, sir? Ana. Please you, a servant of the exil'd brethren, That deal with widows' and with orphans' goods; Sub. O, you are sent from master Wholesome, Your teacher? Ana. From Tribulation Wholesome, Our very zealous pastor. VOL. III. For the instruments, as bricks, and lome, and glasses, Already thirty pound; and, for materials, That one, at Heidelberg, made it of an egg, Sub. What's your name? That cozen'd the apostles! Hence, away, The fire; and down th' alembecs, and the furnace, Tell 'em. All hope of rooting out the bishops, Shall run together again, and all be annull'd, 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. SCENE VI. FACE, SUBTLE, and DRUGGER. Face. He's busy with his spirits, but we'll upon him. Sub. How now! What mates? What baiards ha' we here! F Face. I told you, he would be furious. Sir, here's Nab, Has brought you 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. | To heal it, if 'twere burt; 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 Are ne'er of any price 'till they be famous ; Face. Ay, a good lucky one, a thriving sign, Send her, it may be thy good fortune. doctor. Sub. I was devising now. Face. 'Sight, do not say so, He will repent he ga' you any more. Sub. No, that way is stale and common. Face. Nab! Sub. He first shall have a bell, 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 lodg'd, hard by me, A rich young widow Face. Good! A bona roba? Drug. But nineteen, at the most. Drug. Marry, she's not in fashion yet; she Thou dost not know. Drug. No, sir, she'll never marry What? 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 o' 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, As gallants do, and manage 'em by line. Face. 'Slid, Nab! The doctor is the only man In Christendom for him. He has made a table, With mathematical demonstrations, Touching the art of quarrels. He will give him Sub. O, good captain. Face, He shall, He is the honestest fellow, doctor. Stay not, No offers, bring the damask, and the parties. Drug. I'll try my power, sir. Face. And thy will too, Nab. Sub. 'Tis good tobacco this! What is't an ounce? Face. He'll send you a pound, doctor. Face. He will do it. I do not like the man: he is a heathen, Trib. I think him a profane person indeed. The visible mark of the beast in his forehead; means That may give furtherance to the holy cause. Ana. Which his cannot: the sanctified cause Should have a sanctified course. Trib. Not always necessary. The children of perdition are oft-times Made instruments, even of the greatest works. Beside, we should give somewhat to man's nature, The place he lives in, still about the fire, And fume of metals, that intoxicate The brain of man, and make him prone to passion. More antichristian than your bell-founders ? What need we have to hasten on the work stone. And so a learned elder, one of Scotland, And must be daily used in the disease. Ana. The motion's good, And of the spirit; I will knock first: peace be within. SCENE II. SUBTLE, TRIBULATION, and ANANIAS. Sub. O, are you come? 'Twas time. Your threescore minutes Were at the last thread, you see; and down had gone Furnus acedia, turris circulatorius: Sub. Why, this doth qualify! Trib. 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 qualities more! Trib. And for the orphan's goods, let them be Or what is needful else to the holy work, Sub. This qualifies most ! Why, thus it should be, now you understand. And party in the realm? As, put the case, Another has the palsy, or the dropsy, He takes of your incombustible stuff, |