Will. Coffin him, inter him, yet after four and twenty Hours, as many Drops of this divine Elixir give him new Life again; this will recover whole Fields of slain, and all the Dead shall rise and fight again—’twas this that made the Roman Lemons numerous, and now makes _France_ so formidable, and this alone—may be the Occasion of the loss of _Germany_. [Pours in _Harlequin’s_ Wound, he rises. Feth. Why this Fellow’s the Devil, _Ned_, that’s for certain. Blunt. Oh plague, a damn’d Conjurer, this— Will. Come, buy this Coward’s Comfort, quickly buy; what Fop would be abus’d, mimick’d and scorn’d, for fear of Wounds can be so easily cured? Who is’t wou’d bear the Insolence and Pride of domineering great Men, proud Officers or Magistrates? or who wou’d cringe to Statesmen out of Fear? What Cully wou’d be cuckolded? What foolish Heir undone by cheating Gamesters? What Lord wou’d be lampoon’d? What Poet fear the Malice of his satirical Brother, or Atheist fear to fight for fear of Death? Come buy my Coward’s Comfort, quickly buy. Feth. Egad, _Ned_, a very excellent thing this; I’ll lay out ten Reals upon this Commodity. [They buy, whilst another Part of the Dance is danc’d. Will. Behold this little Paper, which contains a Pouder, whose Value surmounts that of Rocks of Diamonds and Hills of Gold; ’twas this made _Venus_ a Goddess, and was given her by _Apollo_, from her deriv’d to _Helen_, and in the Sack of _Troy_ lost, till recover’d by me out of some Ruins of _Asia._ Come, buy it, Ladies, you that wou’d be fair and wear eternal Youth; and you in whom the amorous Fire remains, when all the Charms are fled: You that dress young and gay, and would be thought so, that patch and paint, to fill up sometimes old Furrows on your Brows, and set yourselves for Conquest, tho in vain; here’s that will give you aubern Hair, white Teeth, red Lips, and Dimples on 144 your Cheeks: Come, buy it all you that are past bewitching, and wou’d have handsom, young and active Lovers. Feth. Another good thing, _Ned_. Car. I’ll lay out a Pistole or two in this, if it have the same Effect on Men. Will. Come, all you City Wives, that wou’d advance your Husbands to Lord Mayors, come, buy of me new Beauty; this will give it tho now decay’d, as are your Shop Commodities; this will retrieve your Customers, and vend your false and out of fashion’d Wares: cheat, lye, protest and cozen as you please, a handsom Wife makes all a lawful Gain. Come, City Wives, come, buy. Feth. A most prodigious Fellow! [They buy, he sits, the other Part is danc’d.