Face. That he fhall, Nab. Leave it, it shall be done, 'gainst afternoon. Sub. And a direction for his fhelves. Face. Now, Nab, Art thou well pleased, Nab? Drug. Thank, Sir, both your worships, I am a made man. Face. Away. Why, now you fmoaky perfecutor of nature! [Exit. • You must have stuff, brought home to you, to work on ? And yet, you think, I am at no expence In fearching out thefe veins, then following them, Sub. You are pleasant, Sir.-How now ? Face. What fays my dainty Dolkin ? Will not away. And there's your giantefs, Sub. Heart, I cannot speak with them. Dol. Not afore night, I have told them, in a voice, Through the trunk, like one of your familiars. But I have fpied Sir Epicure Mammon. Sub. Where? Dol. Coming along, at far end of the lane, Slow of his feet, but earnest of his tongue, To one that's with him. Sub. Face, go you, and shift. Dol, you must prefently make ready, too- Sub. Oh, I did look for him ་ With the fun's rifing: marvel, he could fleep! • Methinks , • Methinks I fee him entering ordinaries, If his dream laft, he'll turn the age to gold. END of the FIRST ACT. [Exeunt. you fet your foot on fhore Co In novo orbe; here's the rich Peru: And have you punques, and punquetees, my Surly. Face. [Within.] Sir, he'll come to you, by and by. His lungs, his Zephirus, he that puffs his coals, Till he firk Nature up in her own center. You are doubtful, Sir. This night, I'll change And, early in the morning, will I fend And buy their tin, and lead up; and to Lothbury, Sur. What, and turn that too? Mam. Yes, and I'll purchase Devonshire and Cornwall, And make them perfect Indies! you admire now? Sur. Sur. No, faith. Mam. But when you fee the effects of the great me You will believe me. Sur. Yes, when I fee't, I will. Do you think, I fable with you? I affure you, Mam. Nay, I mean, Reftore his years, renew him, like an eagle, [dicine, To the fifth age; make him get fons and daughters, Become ftout Marfes, and beget young Cupids. Sur. The decay'd veftals of Drury-Lane would thank That keep the fire alive there. Mam. 'Tis the secret Of Nature, naturiz'd 'gainst all infections, Cures all diseases coming of all causes; A month's grief in a day; a year's in twelve: Paft all the dofes of your drugging doctors. Sur. Faith I have a humour, I would not willingly be gull'd. Your Stone Mam. Surly, Will you believe antiquity? Records? I'll fhew you a book, where Mofes, and his fifter,. Ay, and a treatise penn'd by Adam. Sur. How! [you, Mam. O' the Philofopher's Stone, and in High Dutch. Sur. Did Adam write, Sir, in High Dutch? Mam. He did. Which proves it was the primitive tongue. How now? Enter Face. Do we fucceed? Is our day come? and holds it ? I Face. Face. The evening will fet red upon you, Sir: You have colour for it, crimson: the red ferment Has done his office; three hours hence, prepare you To fee projection. Mam. My Surly, Again, I fay to thee, aloud, Be rich; This day, thou fhalt have ingots; and, to-morrow, Face. Like a wench with child, Sir, That were, but now, difcover'd to her master. Face. No, Sir? Buy The covering off o' churches. Mam. That's true. Face. Yes, Let them stand bare, as do their auditory; Or cap them new with shingles. Mam. No, good thatch : Thatch will lie light upon the rafters, Lungs. Face. I have blown, Sir, Hard for your worship; these blear'd eyes Thou haft defcry'd the flower. Face. Yes, Sir. Mam. Where's master? Face. At his prayers, Sir: he, Good man, he's doing his devotions, Mam. Lungs, I will fet a period To all thy labours: thou shalt be the master Of my Seraglio. Face. Good, Sir. Mam. But do you hear? I'll geld you, Lungs. Face. Yes,' Sir. Mam. For I do mean To have a lift of wives and concubines, Face. Both blood and fpirit, Sir. Mam. I will have all my beds blown up; not stuff'd; Down is too hard.. (Is it arriv'd at ruby?)Where I fpy A wealthy citizen, or a rich lawyer, Have a fublim'd pure wife, unto that fellow Mam. No, I'll have no bawds, But fathers and mothers. They will do it beft, Shall be the pure, and gravest of divines That I can get for money. My meet fools, We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the medicine. Difhes of agate fet in gold, and ftudded With emeralds, faphirs, hyacinths, and rubies. A little, how it heightens. Mam. Do. My fhirts [Exit. I'll have of taffata-farfuet, foft and light As cob-webs, and for all my other rayment, It fhall be fuch as might provoke the Perfian, Were |