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Scæ. Prim.
Enter Conversion, Æquipollency.Conv.
Can Æquipolency endure all this? Can all this be endured
by Æquipolency?
Æquip.
Who I Conversion? I can suffer any thing, 'faith
ther's nothing that I cannot suffer. Prethee be rul'd by me, stand
to the present.
Conv.
I am no Stoick.
Æquip.
So it seems, thou art rather a Pythagorian Peripatetick,
thy very essence is mutability. Thy soul could walk through
more Sects then some honest bodies have chang'd suits: methinks
thou mightst do well at home by temporizing.
Conv.
Oh these Climats are too cunning, I must seeke further.
Æquip.
Read Lipsius Constancy, let that confirme thee.
Conv.
Faith he will lead the next way from Leyden to Doway,
That it may be I may make use of him,
Your finest wits are thought insipu'd till
They have past the salt water.
Our home-spun learning's of a courser threed,
It's staind and smoakt in dressing.
The Germans vates drencht in a deeper grain,
Venice and Padua will returne them richer;
And I begin to pity thy wilfulnesse. What course intendest thou?
'Twere thy best, being skill'd in tempering
Confections, to proclaim some Paracelsian
Oyl, or Angelicall pills.
Æqui.
Nay, I'le rather professe the making of Aurum potabile,
and credit it with some two leavs of reasons, and ten of authority,
for all diseases, griefs, and maladies. But which way art thou
bent?
Conv.
I will to Flushing, Midleborough, Amsterdam, peradventure
thence to Antwerp, and so to see Rheams and Roome.
Æquip.
Take heed you come not back by Quinborow there
is a groome with a curry-comb will rub your sides. But if you
may be perswaded, it is as easie to lay downe your stomacke at
home, as feed your selfe abroad by making buttons; you may sooner
be prefer'd to the Inquisition then to the Conclave.
Conv.
Well, except the morrow Sunne display more comfort, I
am gone beleeve it.
Equip.
You hope at your returne to get a Doctership the cheaper,
or a benefice with lesse adoe, but you may be deceived, I will
expect your reconversion, adiew.
Exit.
Conv.
This fellow thinkes himselfe as cunning as a tumbler
that walks upon ropes, and with his levell keeps himselfe upright,
but his steps are dangerous, I had rather walk on the Alps, though
steeper, where I may have sure footing.
Exit.
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