Mammon: Lungs, I will set a period To all thy labors; thou shalt be the master Of my seraglio. Face: Good, sir. Mammon: But do you hear? I’ll geld you, Lungs. Face: Yes, sir. Mammon: For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me; and I will make me a back with the elixir, that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.— Thou’rt sure thou saw’st it blood? Face: Both blood and spirit, sir. Mammon: I will have all my beds blown up, not stuft; Down is too hard: and then, mine oval room Fill’d with such pictures as Tiberius took From Elephantis, and dull Aretine But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses Cut in more subtle angles, to disperse And multiply the figures, as I walk Named between my succubae. My mists I’ll have of perfume, vapor’d ’bout the room, To lose ourselves in; and my baths, like pits To fall into; from whence we will come forth, And roll us dry in gossamer and roses.— Is it arrived at ruby?—Where I spy A wealthy citizen, or a rich lawyer, Have a sublim’d pure wife, unto that fellow I’ll send a thousand pound to be my cuckold. Face: And I shall carry it? Mammon: No, I’ll ha’ no bawds But fathers and mothers: they will do it best, Best of all others. And my flatterers Shall be the pure and gravest of divines, That I can get for money. My mere fools, Eloquent burgesses, and then my poets, Whom I shall entertain still for that subject. The few that would give out themselves to be Court and town-stallions, and, each-where, bely Ladies who are known most innocent, for them,— Those will I beg, to make me eunuchs of: And they shall fan me with ten ostrich tails A-piece, made in a plume to gather wind. We will be brave, Puff, now we ha’ the med’cine, My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agate set in gold, and studded with emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies. The tongues of carps, dormies, and camels’ heels, Boil’d i’ the spirit of sol, and dissolv’d pearl (Apicius’ diet, ’gainst the epilepsy): And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber, Headed with diamond and carbuncle. My foot-boy shall eat pheasants, calver’d salmons, Knots, godwits, lampreys: I myself will have The beards of barbel serv’d, instead of salads; Oil’d mushrooms; and the swelling unctuous paps Of a fat pregnant sow, newly cut off,