I must use him
In some strange fashion now, to make him admire me.
Scene 5
Enter Ananias
SUB.
Where is my drudge?
[Enter Face]
FAC.
Sir.
SUB.
Take away the recipient,
And rectify your menstrue, from the phlegma.
Then pour it, o' the Sol, in the cucurbit,
And let 'em macerate together.
FAC.
Yes, sir.
And save the ground?
SUB.
No. Terra damnata
Must not have entrance in the work. Who are you?
ANA.
A faithful Brother, if it please you.
SUB.
What's that?
A Lullianist? A Ripley? Filius artis?
Can you sublime, and dulcify? Calcine?
Know you the sapor pontic? Sapor stiptic?
Or what is homogene, or heterogene?
ANA.
I understand no heathen language, truly.
SUB.
Heathen, you Knipper-Doling? Is Ars sacra,
Or Chrysopoeia, or Spagyrica,
Or the pamphysic, or panarchic knowledge,
A heathen language?
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, i'the language.
Name the vexations, and the martyrizations
Of metals in the work.
FAC.
Sir, putrefaction,
Solution, ablution, sublimation,
Cohobation, calcination, ceration, and
Fixation.
SUB.
This is heathen Greek, to you, now?
And when comes vivification?
FAC.
After mortification.
SUB.
What's cohobation?
FAC.
'Tis the pouring on
Your Aqua Regis, and then drawing him off,
To the trine circle of the seven spheres.
SUB.
What's the proper passion of metals?
FAC.
Malleation.
SUB.
What's your ultimum supplicium auri?
FAC.
Antimonium.
SUB.
This's heathen Greek, to you? And, what's your Mercury?
FAC.
A very fugitive, he will be gone, sir.
SUB.
How know you him?
FAC.
By his viscosity,
His oleosity, and his suscitability.
SUB.
How do you sublime him?
FAC.
With the calce of eggshells,
White marble, talc.
SUB.
Your magisterium, now?
What's that?
FAC.
Shifting, sir, your elements,
Dry into cold, cold into moist, moist in-
to hot, hot into dry.
SUB.
This's heathen Greek to you, still?
Your lapis philosophicus?
FAC.
'Tis a stone, and not
A stone; a spirit, a soul, and a body:
Which, if you do dissolve, it is dissolved,
If you coagulate, it is coagulated,
If you make it to fly, it flieth.
SUB.
Enough.
[Exit Face]
This's 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;
And make a just account unto the Saints:
A deacon.
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 kitchenware,
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,
And if their parents were not of the faithful?
I will not trust you, now I think on't,
Till I ha' talked with your Pastor. Ha' you brought money
To buy more coals?
ANA.
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've had,
For the instruments, as bricks, and loam, and glasses,
Already thirty pound; 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 cozened 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
The fire: and down the alembics 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 the Antichristian Hierarchy shall perish,
If they stay threescore minutes. The Aqueity,
Terreity, and Sulphureity
Shall run together again, and all be annulled,
Thou wicked Ananias.
[Exit Ananias]
This will fetch 'em,
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 6
Enter Face, Drugger
FAC.
He's busy with his spirits, but we'll upon him.
SUB.
How now! What mates? What Bayards ha' we here?
FAC.
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?)
DRU.
A sign, sir.
FAC.
Aye, a good lucky one, a thriving sign, Doctor.
SUB.
I was devising now.
FAC.
('Slight, do not say so,
He will repent he ga' you any more.)
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. No, I will have his name
Formed in some mystic character; whose radii,
Striking the senses of the passers-by,
Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections,
That may result upon the party owns it:
As thus –
FAC.
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.
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