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The alchemist. VVritten by Ben. Ionson
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Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
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me SVR. Yes when I see 't I will But if my eyes doe cossen me so and I Giuing'hem no occasion sure I 'll haue A Whore shall pisse'hem out next day MAM. Ha! Why Doe you thinke I fable with you I assure you He that has once the Flower of the Sunne The perfect Ruby which we call Elixir Not onely can doe that but by it's vertue Can confer honour loue respect long life Giue safty valure yea and victory To whom he will In eight and twenty dayes I 'll make an Old man of fourescore a Childe SVR. No doubt hee'is that already MAM. Nay I meane Restore his yeares renew him like an Eagle To the fifth age make him get Sonnes and Daughters Yong Giants as our Philosophers haue done The antient Patriarkes afore the flood But taking once a weeke on a kniues point The quantitie of a grayne of Mustard of it Become stout Marsses and beget yong Cupids SVR. The decay'd Vestall's of Pickt-hatch would thanke you That keepe the fire a-liue there MAM. 'T is the secret Of Nature naturiz'd 'gainst all infections Cures all diseases comming of all causes A month's griefe in a day a yeares in twelue And of what age so euer in a month Past all the doses of your drugging Doctors I 'll vndertake withall to fright the Plague Out o' the kingdome in three months SVR. And I 'll Be bound the Players shall sing your praâ—ses then Without their Poets MAM. Sir I 'll doo 't Meane time I 'll giue away so much vnto my man Shall serue th' whole Citie with preseruatiue Weekely each house his dose and at the rate SVR. As he that built the Water-worke dos with water MAM. You are incredulous SVR. Faith I haue a humor I would not willingly be gull'd Your Stone Cannot transmute me MAM. Pertinax Surly Will you beleeue Antiquitie Recordes I 'll shew you a Booke where Moses and his Sister And Salomon haue written of the Art I and a Treatise penn'd by Adam SVR. How MAM. O' the Philosophers stone and in high Dutch SVR. Did Adam write Sir in high Dutch MAM. He did Which proues it was the Primitiue tongue SVR. What Paper MAM. On Cedar board SVR. O that indeed they say Will last 'gainst wormes MAM. 'T is like your Irish wood 'Gainst Cobwebs I haue a peece of Iasons fleece too Which was no other then a Booke of Alchemie Writ in large sheepe-skin a good fat Ram-Vellam Such was Pythagora's thigh Pandora's tub And all that fable of Medeas charmes The manner of our worke The Bulls our Fornace Still breathing fire our Argent-viue the Dragon The Dragons teeth Mercurie sublimate That keepes the whitenesse hardnesse and the biting And they are gather'd into Iason's helme Th' Alembeke and then sow'd in Mars his field And thence sublim'd so often till they are fix'd Both this th' Hesperian Garden Cadmus story Ioue's shower the boone of Midas Argus eyes Boccace his Demogorgon thousands more All abstract Riddles of our Stone How now ACT. 2. SCENE 2. MAMMON FACE SVRLY DOe we succeed Is our day come and hold's it FAC. The euening will set red vpon you Sir You haue colour for it crimson the red Ferment Has done his office Three howers hence prepare you To see proiection MAM. Pertinax my Surly Againe I say to thee aloud Be rich This day thou shalt haue Ingots and tomorrow Giue Lords th' affront Is it my Zephyrus right Blushes the Bolts-head FAC Like a Wench with Child Sir That were but now discouer'd to her Master MAM. Excellent witty Lungs My onely care is Where to get stuffe inough now to proiect on This towne will not halfe serue me FAC. No Sir Take The couering of o'Churches MAM. That 's true FAC. Yes Let 'hem stand bare as doe their Auditorie Or cap 'hem new with Shingles MAM. No good Thatch Thatch will lie light vpo'the rafters Lungs Lungs I will manumit thee from the Fornace I will restore thee thy complexion Puffe Lost in the embers and repayre this brayne Hurt with the fume o' the Mettalls FAC. I haue blowne Sir Hard for your Worship throwne by many a Coale When t' was not Beech weigh'd those I put in iust To keepe your heate still euen These bleard eyes Haue wak'd to reade your seuerall colours Sir Of the pale Câ—ron the greene Lion the Crow The Peacocks tayle the plumed Swan MAM. And lastly Thou hast descried the Flower the Sanguis Agni FAC. Yes Sir MAM. Where 's Master FAC. At 's prayers Sir hee Good man he 's doing his deuotions For the successe MAM. Lungs I will set a period To all thy labours Thou shalt be the Master Of my Seraglia FAC. Good Sir MAM. But doe you heare I 'll geld you ' Lungs FAC. Yes Sir MAM. For I doe meane To haue a list of Wiues and Concubines Aequall with Salomon who had the Stone Alike with me and I will make me a back With the Elixir that shall be as tough As Hercules to encounter fifty a night Th' art sure thou sawst it blood FAC. Both bloud spirit Sir MAM. I will haue all my beds blowne vp not stuft Downe is too hard And then mine Oual Roome Fill'd with such pictures as Tiberius tooke From Elephantis and dull Aretine But coldly imitated Then my Glasses Cut in more subtill angles to disperse And multiply the figures as I walke Naked betweene my Succubae My mistes I 'le haue of perfume vapor'd'bout the roome To loose our selues in and my bathes like pittes To fall into from whence we will come forth And roule vs dry in Gossamour and Roses Is it ariu'd at Ruby Where I spie A wealthy Cittizen or rich Lawyer Haue a sublim'd pure Wife vnto that fellow I 'll send a thousand pound to be my Cuckold FAC. And I shall carry it MAM. No I 'll ha' no baudes But Fathers and Mothers And my flatterers Shall be the best and grauest of Diuines That I can get for money My mere fooles Eloquent Burgesses and then my Poets The same that writ so subtly of the Fart Whom I will entertaine still for that Subiect The few that would giue out themselues to be Court and Towne-Stallions and each where belye Ladies who'are knowne most innocent for them Those will I begge to maâ—e me Eunuchs ofâ— And they shall fanne me with ten Estrich Tayles A piece made in a plume to gather winde We will be braue Puffe now we ha' the Med'cine My Meate shall all come in in Indian shells Dishes of Agat set in Gold and studded With Emeralds Saphires Hjacinths and Rubies The tongues of Carpes Dormise and Camels heeles Boyl'd i' the spirit of Sol and dissolu'd Pearle Apicius diet 'gainst the Epilepsie And I will eate these broaths with spoones of Amber Headed with Diamant and Carbuncle My foote-Boy shall eate Phesants caluerd Salmons Knots Godwits Lamprey's I my selfe will haue The beards of Barbels seru'd in stead of sallades Oyld Mushromes and the swelling vnctuous papps Of a fat pregnant Sow