SUB. Ods so! 'tis he, he said he would send what call you him? The sanctified elder, that should deal For Mammon's jack and andirons. Let him in. Stay, help me off, first, with my gown. [EXIT FACE WITH THE GOWN.] Away, Madam, to your withdrawing chamber. [EXIT DOL.] Now, In a new tune, new gesture, but old language.-- This fellow is sent from one negociates with me About the stone too, for the holy brethren Of Amsterdam, the exiled saints, that hope To raise their discipline by it. I must use him In some strange fashion, now, to make him admire me.-- [ENTER ANANIAS.] [ALOUD.] Where is my drudge? [RE-ENTER FACE.] FACE. Sir! SUB. Take away the recipient, And rectify your menstrue from the phlegma. Then pour it on the Sol, in the cucurbite, And let them macerate together. FACE. Yes, sir. And save the ground? SUB. No: terra damnata Must not have entrance in the work.--Who are you? ANA. A faithful brother, if it please you. SUB. What's that? A Lullianist? a Ripley? Filius artis? Can you sublime and dulcify? calcine? Know you the sapor pontic? sapor stiptic? Or what is homogene, or heterogene? ANA. I understand no heathen language, truly. SUB. Heathen! you Knipper-doling? is Ars sacra, Or chrysopoeia, or spagyrica, Or the pamphysic, or panarchic knowledge, A heathen language? ANA. Heathen Greek, I take it. SUB. How! heathen Greek? ANA. All's heathen but the Hebrew. SUB. Sirrah, my varlet, stand you forth and speak to him, Like a philosopher: answer in the language. Name the vexations, and the martyrisations Of metals in the work. FACE. Sir, putrefaction, Solution, ablution, sublimation, Cohobation, calcination, ceration, and Fixation. SUB. This is heathen Greek to you, now!-- And when comes vivification? FACE. After mortification. SUB. What's cohobation? FACE. 'Tis the pouring on Your aqua regis, and then drawing him off, To the trine circle of the seven spheres. SUB. What's the proper passion of metals? FACE. Malleation. SUB. What's your ultimum supplicium auri? FACE. Antimonium. SUB. This is heathen Greek to you!--And what's your mercury? FACE. A very fugitive, he will be gone, sir. SUB. How know you him? FACE. By his viscosity, His oleosity, and his suscitability. SUB. How do you sublime him? FACE. With the calce of egg-shells, White marble, talc. SUB. Your magisterium now, What's that? FACE. Shifting, sir, your elements, Dry into cold, cold into moist, moist into hot, Hot into dry. SUB. This is heathen Greek to you still! Your lapis philosophicus? FACE. 'Tis a stone, And not a stone; a spirit, a soul, and a body: Which if you do dissolve, it is dissolved; If you coagulate, it is coagulated; If you make it to fly, it flieth. SUB. Enough. [EXIT FACE.] This is heathen Greek to you! What are you, sir?