You have colour for it, crimson: the red ferment Has done his office. Three hours hence prepare you To see projection. Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee aloud, Be rich. This day thou shalt have ingots, and to-morrow Give lords th' affront. Is it, my Zephyrus, right? Blushes the Bolt's-head? Face. Like a wench with child, sir, That were but now discover'd to her master. 10 Mam. Excellent witty Lungs! My only care is, Where to get stuff enough now, to project on. This town will not half serve me. Face. No, sir? buy The covering off o' churches. Mam. That's true. Face. Yes. Let 'em stand bare, as do their auditory; Mam. No; good thatch: Thatch will lie light upon the rafters, Lungs. Lungs, I will manumit thee from the furnace ; Face. I have blown, sir, Hard for your worship; thrown by many a coal, To keep your heat still even; these blear❜d eyes Mam. And lastly, Thou hast descried the flower, the sanguis agni? Face. Mam. Where 's master? Face. At his prayers, sir, he; Good man, he's doing his devotions Mam. Lungs, I will set a period To all thy labours: thou shalt be the master Of my seraglio. For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines 30 40 Equal with Solomon, who had the Stone As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night. Face. Both blood and spirit, sir. Mam. I will have all my beds blown up; not stuffed: Down is too hard. And then, mine oval room Fill'd with such pictures as Tiberius took From Elephantis, and dull Aretine But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses A wealthy citizen, or rich lawyer, Have a sublim'd pure wife, unto that fellow Mam. No, I'll have no bawds, But fathers and mothers. They will do it best, We will be brave, Puffe, now we ha' the medicine 10 20 30 40 (Apicius' diet 'gainst the epilepsy;) And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber, My foot-boy shall eat pheasants, calver'd salmons, Drest with an exquisite and poignant sauce: For which, I'll say unto my cook, "There's gold, 10 Go forth, and be a knight.' Face. Sir, I'll go look A little, how it heightens. Mam. Do.-My shirts I'll have of taffeta-sarsnet, soft and light My gloves of fishes' and birds' skins, perfum'd 20 Sur. And do you think to have the Stone with this? Mam. No, I do think to have all this with the Stone. Sur. Why, I have heard, he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal sin, a very virgin Mam. That makes it-Sir, he is so. But I buy it. My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch, Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald, With prayer and fasting for it: and, sir, let him 30 [The judgment is perfectly overwhelmed by the torrent of images, words, and book-knowledge with which Mammon confounds and stuns his incredulous hearer. They come pouring out like the successive strokes, of Nilus. They "doubly redouble strokes upon the foe." Description outstrides proof. We are made to believe effects before we have testimony for their causes: as a lively description of the joys of heaven sometimes |