SCENE IV.[1844

FACE, SUBTLE. [_Enter_] DOL.

_Sub._ What says my dainty Dolkin?

_Dol._ Yonder fish-wife Will not away. And there ’s your giantess, The bawd of Lambeth.

_Sub._ Heart, I cannot speak with ’em.

_Dol._ Not afore night, I have told ’em in a voice, Thorough the trunk, like one of your familiars. But I have spied Sir Epicure Mammon——

_Sub._ Where? 5

_Dol._ Coming along, at far end of the lane, Slow of his feet, but earnest of his tongue To one that’s with him.

_Sub._ Face, go you and shift. Dol, you must presently make ready too. 10

[_Exit_ FACE.]

_Dol._ Why, what’s the matter?

_Sub._ O, I did look for him With the sun’s rising: marvel he could sleep! This is the day I am to perfect for him The magisterium, our great work, the stone; And yield it, made, into his hands; of which 15 He has, this month, talk’d as he were possess’d. And now he’s dealing pieces on’t away. Methinks I see him ent’ring ordinaries, Dispensing for the pox, and plaguy houses, Reaching his dose, walking Moorfields for lepers, 20 And off’ring citizens’ wives pomander[1845] bracelets, As his preservative, made of the elixir; Searching the ’spital, to make old bawds young; And the highways, for beggars to make rich. I see no end of his labours. He will make 25 Nature asham’d of her long sleep; when art, Who’s but a step-dame, shall do more than she, In her best love to mankind, ever could. If his dream last, he’ll turn the age to gold. [_Exeunt._]