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You're very right. Sir, she is a most rare scholar: And is gone mad, with studying Broughtons' works. If you but name a word, touching the Hebrew, She falls into her fit, and will discourse So learnedly of Genealogies, As you would run mad, too, to hear her, Sir, How might one do t'have conference with her, Lungs? O, divers have run mad upon the Conference. I do not know, Sir: I am sent in haste, To fetch a Viale. Be not gulled, Sir Mammon. Wherein? Pray ye, be patient Yes, as you are. And trust confederate Knaves, and Bawds, and Whores. You are too foul, believe it. Come here, Zephyrus. One word. I dare not, in good faith. Stay, Knave. he's extreme angry, that you saw her, Sir. Drink that. What is she, when she's out of her fit? O the most affablest Creature, Sir! so merry! So pleasant! she'll mount you up, like quicksilver, Over the helm; and circulate, like oil; A very Vegetal: discourse of State, Of Mathematics, Bawdry, any thing— Is she no way accessible? no means, No trick, to give a man a taste of her— Wit? or so? I'll come to you again, Sir. Surly, I did not think, one o'your breeding Would traduce personages of worth. Sir Epicure, Your friend to use. Yet, still, loath to be gulled. I do not like your Philosophical bawds. Their Stone is lechery enough, to pay for, Without this bait ‛Hart you abuse yourself. I know the Lady, and her friends, and means, The original of this disaster. Her Brother H'as told me all. And yet, you ne'er saw her Till now? O yes, but I forgot. I have (believe it) One o'the treacherou'st memories, I do think, Of all mankind. What call you her Brother? My Lord— He wi'not have his name known, now I think on't. A very treacherous memory. O'my faith— Tut if you ha'it not about you pass it, Till we meet next. Nay, by this hand, 'tis true. He's one I honour, and my noble friend, And I respect his House. Heart! Can it be, That a grave Sir, a rich, that has no need, A wise Sir, too, at other times should thus With his own oaths, and arguments, make hard means To gull himself? And, this be your Elixir, Your Lapis Mineralis, and your lunary, Give me your honest trick, yet, at Primero, Or Gleek; and take your Lutum sapientis, Your Menstruum simplex: I'll have Gold, before you, And, with less danger of the Quicksilver; Or the hot Sulphur. Here's one from Captain Face, Sir, Desires you meet him i'the Temple-Church, Some half hour hence, and upon earnest business. Sir, if you please to quit us, now; and come, Again, within two hours: You shall have My Master busy examining o'the works, And I will steal you in, unto the party, 〈◊〉 That you may see her Converse. Sir, Shall I say, You'll meet the captains Worship?
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Y'are very right. Sir, she is a most rare schollar: And is gone mad, with studying Broughtons workes. If you but name a word, touching the Hebrew, She falls into her fit, and will discourse So learnedly of Genealogies, As you would runne mad, too, to heare her, Sir, How might one doe t'haue conference with her, Lungs? O, diuers haue runne mad vpon the Conference. I doe not know, Sir: I am sent in hast, To fetch a Viale. Be not gull'd, Sir Mammon. Wherein? 'Pray ye, be patient Yes, as you are. And trust confederate Knaues, and Baudes, and Whores. You are too foule, beleeue it. Come here, Zephyrus. One word. I dare not, in good faith. Stay, Knaue. H'is extreme angry, that you saw her, Sir. Drinke that. What is she, when she's out of her fit? O the most affablest Creature, Sir! so mery! So pleasant! she'll mount you vp, like quick-siluer, Ouer the helme; and circulate, like oyle; A very Vegetall: discourse of State, Of Mathematiques, Badry, any thing— Is she no way accessible? no meanes, No trick, to giue a man a tast of her— Wt? or so? I'll come to you againe, Sir. Srly, I did not thinke, one o'your breeding Would traduce personages of worth. Sir Epicre, Your friend to vse. Yet, still, loth to be gull'd. I doe not like your Philsophicall baudes. Their Stone is lechery inough, to pay for, Without this bayte 'Hart you abuse your selfe. I know the Lady, and her friends, and meanes, The originall of this disaster. Her Brother H'as told me all. And yet, you ne're saw her Till now? O yes, but I forgot. I haue (beleeue it) One o'the treacherou'st memories, I doe thinke, Of all mankinde. What call you her Brother? My Lord— He wi'not haue his name knowne, now I thinke on't. A very trecherous memory. O'my faith— Tut if you ha'it not about you passe it, Till we meete next. Nay, by this hand, 'tis true. He's one I honour, and my noble friend, And I respect his House. Hart! Can it be, That a graue Sir, a rich, that has no need, A wise Sir, too, at other times should thus With his owne oathes, and arguments, make hard meanes To gull himselfe? And, this be your Elixir, Your Lapis Mneralis, and your Lunarie, Giue me your honest trick, yet, at Primero, Or Gleeke; and take your Lutum sapientis, Your Menstruum simplex: I'll haue Gold, before you, And, with lesse danger of the Quick-siluer; Or the hot Sulphur. Here's one from Captaine Face, Sir, Desires you meete him i'the Temple-Church, Some halfe houre hence, and vpon earnest busines. Sir, if you please to quit vs, now; and come, Againe, within two howers: You shall haue My Master busie examining o'the workes, And I will steale you in, vnto the party, That you may see her Conuerse. Sir, Shall I say, You'll meete the Captaines Worship?