What thou art queen of; not in expectation, A diamond would have bought Lollia Pauliner, To purchase them again, and this whole state. Is nothing: we will eat such at a meal. The heads of parrots, tongues of nightingales, The brains of peacocks, and of estriches, Shall be our food: and, could we get the phonix, Cel. Good sir, these things might move a mind affected Is all I can think wealthy, or worth th' enjoying, If you have conscience Volp. 'Tis the beggar's virtue : If thou had wisdom, hear me, Celia. Thy baths shall be the juice of July flowers, The milk of unicorns, and panthers' breath TOWERING SENSUALITY. Sir Epicure Mammon, expecting to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, riots in the anticipation of enjoyment. Enter MAMMON and SURLY. Mam. Come on, sir. Now, you set your foot on shore In Novo Orbe : here's the rich Peru: And there within, sir, are the golden wines, Great Solomon's Ophir! he was sailing to 't Three years; but we have reach'd it in ten months. This is the day, wherein to all my friends, I will pronounce the happy word, BE RICH. Where is my Subtle there! Within! Enter FACE. How now? Do we succeed? Is our day come? and holds it' Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee, aloud, BE RICH. This day thou shalt have ingots; and to-morrow Give lords the affront.—Is it, my Zephyrus, right ?— Thou'rt sure thou saw'st it blood? Face. Both blood and spirit, sir. Mam. I will have all my beds blown up, not stuff'd : Down is too hard.-My mists I'll have of perfume, vapored 'bout the room 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, As cobwebs; and for all my other raiment, My gloves of fishes and birds' skins, perfum'd With gums of Paradise and eastern air. Sur. And do you think to have the stone with this? Mam. No; I do think ť have all this with the stone ! 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. THE WITCH. From the Pastoral Fragment, entitled "The Sad Shepherd." Alken. Know ye the witch's dell? Scathlock. No more than I do know the walks of hell. Alken. Within a gloomy dimble she doth dwell, Down in a pit, o'ergrown with brakes and briars. Close by the ruins of a shaken abbey, Torn with an earthquake down unto the ground, She is about; with caterpillars' kells, And knotty cobwebs, rounded in with spells. And rotten mists, upon the fens and bogs, Down to the drowned lands of Lincolnshire ; To make ewes cast their lambs, swine eat their farrow, Scath As it would quickly appear had we the store Scar. He knows her shifts and haunts Alken. And all her wiles and turns. The venom'd plants Wherewith she kills! where the sad mandrake grows, Whose groans are deathful; and dead-numbing night-shade, The stupefying hemlock, adder's tongue, And martagan: the shrieks of luckless owls We hear, and croaking night crows in the air! And mount the spheres of fire to kiss the moon! A MEETING OF WITCHES FOR THE PURPOSE OF DOING A MISCHIEF TO A JOYFUL HOUSE, AND BRINGING AN EVIL SPIRIT INTO BIRTH IN THE MIDST OF IT. From the Masque of Queens. Charm. The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad, And so is the cat-a-mountain; The ant and the mole both sit in a hole, And the frog peeps out of the fountain The moon it is red, and the stars are fled, |