_Sub._ And those are your two sides! _Drug._ I, Sir. _Sub._ Make me your Dore, then, South; your broad side, West; And, on the East-side of your shop, aloft, Write _Mathlaj_, _Tarmiel_, and _Baraborat_; Upon the North-part _Rael_, _Velel_, _Thiel_, These are the names of those _Mercurian_ Spirits, That doe fright flyes from boxes. _Drug._ Yes Sir, _Sub._ And Beneath your threshold, bury me a Loade stone To draw in Gallants that weare spurres; The rest Theyll seeme to follow. In this play, too, Alchemy is scarified, as is also the Puritanism of the age. [Footnote 93: ? Laurence Price.] [Footnote 94: He published from 1641 to 1683.] [Footnote 95: Brit. Mus. Cat. (E. 1351.)/1] [Footnote 96: Company.] [Footnote 97: A play upon the word. Subtle meaning the gold coin called an Angel, value 10s.] [Footnote 98: _i.e._ be made a liveryman.] [Footnote 99: Made sheriff.] [Footnote 100: Pay the penalty instead of serving.] A very drunken Sot [12.] The Hickock had got, Cause he drank _Rosa Solis_ and _Aqua Vitæ_; Such Latine drink that he Declines _Hic_, _Hoc_, very free, But such English words as wou'd fright ye. [52.] A poore man travelling from door to door a begging, being lately come from _Paris_, a City in _France_, being invited by hunger to a good simple Country Swain's doore, to aske his almes; his wife asked him what he was, and from whence he came? Quoth the fellow, from _Paris_. From _Paradise_ (quoth she) then thou knowest my old _John_ there (meaning her former husband) I, quoth the fellow, that I doe. I pray thee (quoth she) how doth he doe? Faith (quoth the fellow) poore, he hath meat and drinke enough, but wants cloathes and mony. Alas, quoth she, I am sory for it, I pray thee stay a little; and, running up into her Chamber, fetcht downe her husbands new sute of cloathes, and five shillings in mony, and gave it to the fellow, saying, I pray thee remember me to my poore _John_, and give him this sute of clothes, and five shillings from me, and wrapt them up in a Fardle,[F. 101] which the fellow took, and away he went. Presently her husband came home, and found her very pleasant and merry, singing up and downe the house, which she seldome used to doe, and he asked her the cause, Oh, husband, quoth she, I have heard from my old _John_ to-day, he is in Paradise, and is very well, but wants clothes and mony, but I have sent him thy best sute, and five shillings in mony. Her husband seeing she was cozened, enquired of her which way the fellow went that had them. Yonder way, quoth she: he presently took his best horse, Hob, and rode after him for the clothes. The fellow seeing one ride so fast after him, threw the clothes into a ditch, and went softly forward; her husband overtaking the fellow, said,