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Scene V.

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, Face, Ananias.
VVhere is my drudge?

Fac.
Sir.

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Take away the recipient,
And rectifie your menstrue, from the phlegma.
Then powre it, o'the Sol, in the cucurbite,
And let'hem macerate, together.

Fac.
Yes, sir.
And saue the ground?

Svb.
No. Terra damnata
Must not haue entrance, in the worke. Who are you?

Ana.
A faithfull Brother, if it please you.

Svb.
What's that?
A Lullianist? a Ripley? Filius artis?
Can you sublime, and dulcefie? calcine?
Know you the sapor pontick? sapor stipstick?
Or, what is homogene, or heterogene?

Ana.
I vnderstand no heathen language, truely.

Svb.
Heathen, you Knipper-Doling? Is Ars sacra,
Or Chrysopœia, or Spagirica,
Or the pamphysick, or panarchick knowledge,
A heathen language?

Ana.
Heathen Greeke, I take it.

Svb.
How? heathen Greeke?

Ana.
All's heathen, but the Hebrew.

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Sirah, my varlet, stand you forth, and speake to him
Like a Philosopher: Answere, i'the language.
Name the vexations, and the martyrizations
Of mettalls, in the worke.

Fac.
Sir, Putrefaction,
Solution, Ablution, Sublimation,
Cohobation, Calcination, Ceration, and
Fixation.

Svb.
This is heathen Greeke, to you, now?
And when comes Viuification?

Fac.
After Mortification.

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What's Cohobation?

Fac.
'Tis the powring on
Your Aqua Regis, and then drawing him off,
To the trine circle of the seuen spheares.

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What's the proper passion of mettalls?

Fac.
Malleation.

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What's your vltimum supplicium auri?

Fac.
Antimonium.

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This's heathen Greeke, to you? And, what's your Mercury?

Fac.
A very fugitiue, he will be gone, sir.

Svb.
How know you him?

Fac.
By his viscositie,
His olcositie, and his suscitabilitie.

Svb.
How doe you sublime him?

Fac.
With the calce of egge-shels,
White marble, talck.

Svb.
Your magisterium, now?
What's that?

Fac.
Shifting, sir, your elements,
Drie into cold, cold into moist, moist in-
to hot, hot into drie.

Svb.
This's heathen Greeke to you, still?
Your lapis philosophicus?

Fac.
'Tis a stone, and not
A stone; a spirit, a soule, and a body:
Which, if you doe dissolue, it is dissolu'd,
If you coagulate, it is coagulated,
If you make it to flye, it flyeth.

Svb.
Inough.
This's heathen Greeke, to you? What are you, sir?

Ana.
Please you, a seruant of the exil'd Brethren,
That deale with widdowes, and with orphanes goods;
And make a iust account, vnto the Saints:
A Deacon.

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O, you are sent from master Wholsome,
Your teacher?

Ana.
From Tribvlation Wholsome,
Our very zealous Pastor.

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Good. I haue
Some orphanes goods to come here.

Ana.
Of what kind, sir?

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Pewter, and brasse, andirons, and kitchin ware,
Mettalls, that we must vse our med'cine on:
Wherein the Brethren may haue a penn'orth.
For readie money.

Ana.
Were the orphanes parents
Sincere professors?

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Why doe you aske?

Ana.
Because
We then are to deale iustly, and giue (in truth)
Their vtmost valew.

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'Slid, you'ld cossen, else,
And, if their parents were not of the faithfull?
I will not trust you, now I thinke on't,
Till I ha' talk'd with your Pastor. Ha' you brought money
To buy more coales?

Ana.
No, surely.

Svb.
No? How so?

Ana.
The Brethren bid me say vnto you, sir.
Surely, they will not venter any more,
Till they may see proiection.

Svb.
How!

Ana.
Yo'haue had,
For the instruments, as bricks, and lome, and glasses,
Alreadie thirtie pound; and, for materialls,
They say, some ninetie more: And, they haue heard, since,
That one, at Heidelberg, made it, of an egge,
And a small paper of pin-dust.

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What's your name?

Ana.
My name is Ananias.

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Out, the varlet
That cossend the Apostles! Hence, away,
Flee Mischiefe; had your holy Consistorie
No name to send me, of another sound;
Then wicked Ananias? Send your Elders,
Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly.
And gi' me satisfaction; or out-goes
The fire: and downe th'alembekes, and the fornace.
Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch,
Both Sericon, and Bufo, shall be lost,
Tell 'hem. All hope of rooting out the Bishops,
Or th'Antichristian Hierarchie shall perish,
If they stay threescore minutes. The Aqueitie,
Terreitie, and Sulphureitie
Shall runne together againe, and all be annull'd
Thou wicked Ananias. This will fetch 'hem,
And make 'hem hast towards their gulling more.
A man must deale like a rough nurse, and fright
Those, that are froward, to an appetite.