The Alchemist

thousand pound,

You’ll send us shares in’t, by this rate?

Dapper

By Jove, sir,

I’ll win ten thousand pound, and send you half.

I’fac’s no oath.



Subtle

No, no, he did but jest.



Face

Go to. Go thank the Doctor: he’s your friend,

To take it so.



Dapper

I thank his worship.



Face

So!

Another angel.



Dapper

Must I?



Face

Must you! ’Slight,

What else is thanks? Will you be trivial?⁠—Doctor,

Dapper gives him the money.

When must he come for his familiar?



Dapper

Shall I not have it with me?



Subtle

O, good sir!

There must a world of ceremonies pass;

You must be bathed and fumigated first:

Besides the Queen of Fairy does not rise

Till it be noon.



Face

Not, if she danced, tonight.



Subtle

And she must bless it.



Face

Did you never see

Her royal Grace yet?



Dapper

Whom?



Face

Your aunt of Fairy?



Subtle

Not since she kissed him in the cradle, Captain;

I can resolve you that.



Face

Well, see her Grace,

Whate’er it cost you, for a thing that I know.

It will be somewhat hard to compass; but

However, see her. You are made, believe it,

If you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman,

And very rich; and if she take a fancy,

She will do strange things. See her, at any hand.

’Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has:

It is the Doctor’s fear.



Dapper

How will’t be done, then?



Face

Let me alone, take you no thought. Do you

But say to me, Captain, I’ll see her Grace.



Dapper

“Captain, I’ll see her Grace.”



Face

Enough.




Knocking within.


Subtle

Who’s there?

Anon.

Aside to Face.

—Conduct him forth by the back way.⁠—

Sir, against one o’clock prepare yourself;

Till when you must be fasting; only take

Three drops of vinegar in at your nose,

Two at your mouth, and one at either ear;

Then bathe your fingers’ ends and wash your eyes,

To sharpen your five senses, and cry “hum”

Thrice, and then “buz” as often; and then come.




Exit.


Face

Can you remember this?



Dapper

I warrant you.



Face

Well then, away. It is but your bestowing

Some twenty nobles ’mong her Grace’s servants,

And put on a clean shirt: you do not know

What grace her Grace may do you in clean linen.




Exeunt Face and Dapper.


Subtle

Within. Come in! Good wives, I pray you forbear me now;

Troth I can do you no good till afternoon⁠—




Re-enters, followed by Drugger.




What is your name, say you? Abel Drugger?



Drugger

Yes, sir.



Subtle

A seller of tobacco?



Drugger

Yes, sir.



Subtle

Umph!

Free of the grocers?



Drugger

Ay, and’t please you.



Subtle

Well⁠—

Your business, Abel?



Drugger

This, and’t please your worship;

I am a young beginner, and am building

Of a new shop, and’t like your worship, just

At corner of a street:⁠—Here is the plot on’t⁠—

And I would know by art, sir, of your worship,

Which way I should make my door, by necromancy,

And where my shelves; and which should be for boxes,

And which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir:

And I was wished to your worship by a gentleman,

One Captain Face, that says you know men’s planets,

And their good angels, and their bad.



Subtle

I do,

If I do see them⁠—




Re-enter Face.


Face

What! My honest Abel?

Though art well met here.



Drugger

Troth, sir, I was speaking,

Just as your worship came here, of your worship:

I pray you speak for me to Master Doctor.



Face

He shall do anything.⁠—Doctor, do you hear?

This is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow;

He lets me have good tobacco, and he does not

Sophisticate it with sack-lees or oil,

Nor washes it in muscadel and grains,

Nor buries it in gravel, under ground,

Wrapped up in greasy leather, or pissed clouts:

But keeps it in fine lily pots, that, opened,

Smell like conserve of roses, or French beans.

He has his maple block, his silver tongs,

Winchester pipes, and fire of Juniper:

A neat, spruce, honest fellow, and no goldsmith.



Subtle

He is a fortunate fellow, that I am sure on.



Face

Already, sir, have you found it? Lo thee, Abel!



Subtle

And in right way toward riches⁠—



Face

Sir!



Subtle

This summer

He will be of the clothing of his company,

And next spring called to the scarlet; spend what he can.



Face

What, and so little beard?



Subtle

Sir, you must think,

He may have a receipt to make hair come:

But he’ll be wise, preserve his youth, and fine for’t;

His fortune looks for him another way.



Face

’Slid, Doctor, how canst thou know this so soon?

I am amused at that!



Subtle

By a rule, Captain,

In metoposcopy, which I do work by;

A certain star in the forehead, which you see not.

Your chestnut or your olive-coloured face

Does never fail: and your long ear doth promise.

I knew’t by certain spots, too, in his teeth,

And on the nail of his mercurial finger.



Face

Which finger’s that?



Subtle

His little finger. Look.

You were born upon a Wednesday?



Drugger

Yes, indeed, sir.



Subtle

The thumb, in chiromancy, we give Venus;

The forefinger, to Jove; the midst, to Saturn;

The ring, to Sol; the least, to Mercury,

Who was the lord, sir, of his horoscope,

His house of life being Libra; which foreshowed,

He should be a merchant, and should trade with balance.



Face

Why, this is strange! Is it not, honest Nab?



Subtle

There is a ship now, coming from Ormus,

That shall yield him such a commodity

Of drugs

Pointing to the plan.

—This is the west, and this the south?



Drugger

Yes, sir.



Subtle

And those are your two sides?



Drugger

Ay, sir.



Subtle

Make me your door, then, south; your broad side, west:

And on the east side of your shop, aloft,

Write Mathlai, Tarmiel, and Baraborat;

Upon the north part, Rael, Velel, Thiel.

They are the names of those mercurial spirits,

That do fright flies from boxes.



Drugger

Yes, sir.



Subtle

And

Beneath your threshold, bury me a loadstone

To draw in gallants that wear spurs: the rest,

They’ll seem to follow.



Face

That’s a secret, Nab!



Subtle

And, on your stall, a puppet, with a vice

And a court-fucus to call city-dames:

You shall deal much with minerals.



Drugger

Sir, I have.

At home, already⁠—



Subtle

Ay, I know you have arsenic,

Vitriol, sal-tartar, argaile, alkali,

Cinoper: I know all.⁠—This fellow, Captain,

Will come, in time, to be a great distiller,

And give a say⁠—I will not say directly,

But very fair⁠—at