_Maq._ Upon my honour. Will ye sit and eat? _Emil._ Good, the composure: the receipt, how is't? _Maq._ 'Tis a pretty pearl; by this pearl (how does't with me?) thus it is. Seven and thirty yolks of Barbary hens' eggs; eighteen spoonfuls and a half of the juice of cock-sparrow bones; one ounce, three drams, four scruples, and one quarter of the syrup of Ethiopian dates; sweetened with three quarters of a pound of pure candied Indian eringoes; strewed over with the powder of pearl of America, amber of Cataia, and lamb-stones of Muscovia. 15 _Bian._ Trust me, the ingredients are very cordial, and, no question, good, and most powerful in restauration.[440] _Maq._ I know not what you mean by restauration; but this it doth,--it purifieth the blood, smootheth the skin, enliveneth the eye, strengtheneth the veins, mundifieth the teeth, comforteth the stomach, fortifieth the back, and quickeneth the wit; that's all. 22 _Emil._ By my troth, I have eaten but two spoonfuls, and methinks I could discourse most swiftly and wittily already. _Maq._ Have you the art to seem honest? _Bian._ Ay, thank advice and practice. 27 _Maq._ Why, then, eat me o' this posset, quicken your blood, and preserve your beauty. Do you know Doctor Plaster-face? by this curd, he is the most exquisite in forging of veins, sprightening of eyes, dying of hair, sleeking of skins, blushing of cheeks, surphling[441] of breasts, blanching and bleaching of teeth, that ever made an old lady gracious by torchlight; by this curd, la. _Bian._ Well,[442] we are resolved, what God has given us we'll cherish. 36 _Maq._ Cherish anything saving your husband; keep him not too high, lest he leap the pale: but, for your beauty, let it be your saint; bequeath two hours to it every morning in your closet. I ha' been young, and yet, in my conscience, I am not above five-and-twenty: but, believe me, preserve and use your beauty; for youth and beauty once gone, we are like bee-hives without honey, out-o'-fashion apparel that no man will wear: therefore use me your beauty. 45 _Emil._ Ay, but men say-- _Maq._ Men say! let men say what they will: life o' woman! they are ignorant of our[443] wants. The more in years, the more in perfection they grow; if they lose youth and beauty, they gain wisdom and discretion: but when our beauty fades, good-night with us. There cannot be an uglier thing than to see an old woman: from which, O pruning, pinching, and painting, deliver all sweet beauties! 54 [_Music within._ _Bian._ Hark! music!