C. H. Herford and Percy Simpson (eds), Ben Jonson, Vol. 5: Volpone; Epicoene; The Alchemist; Catiline
Face, Mammon, Dol. O' Sir, yo'are come i'the onely, finest time——2
Mam. Where's master?
Fac. Now preparing for proiection, sir.
3Your stuffe will b⟨e⟩'all chang'd shortly.
Mam. Into gold?Critical Apparatus4
Fac. To gold, and siluer, sir.
Mam. Siluer, I care not for.5
Fac. Yes, sir, a little to giue beggars.
Mam. Where's the lady?Critical Apparatus6
Fac. At hand, here. I ha' told her such braue things, o' you,
7Touching your bountie and your noble spirit——
Mam. Hast thou?8
Fac. As shee is almost in her fit to see you.
9But, good sir, no diuinitie i' your conference,
10For feare of putting her in rage——
Mam. I warrant thee.Critical Apparatus11
Fac. Sixe men will not hold her downe. And then,
Critical Apparatus12If the old man should heare, or see you——
Mam. Feare not.13
Fac. The very house, sir, would runne mad. You know it
14How scrupulous he is, and violent,
15'Gainst the least act of sinne. Physick, or Mathematiques,
16Poetrie, State, or Bawdry (as I told you)
17Shee will endure, and neuer startle: But
Mam. I am school'd, good Vlen.pg 360 19
Fac. And you must praise her house, remember that,
20And her nobilitie.
Mam. Let me, alone:
Editor’s Note21No Herald, no nor Antiquarie, Lungs,
22Shall doe it better. Goe.
Fac. Why, this is yet
23A kind of moderne happinesse, to haue
Critical Apparatus24Dol Common for a great lady.
Mam. Now, Epicvre,
25Heighten thy selfe, talke to her, all in gold;
26Raine her as many showers, as Iove did drops
Critical Apparatus28Compar'd with Mammon. What? the stone will do't.
29Shee shall feele gold, tast gold, heare gold, sleepe gold:
30Nay, we will concumbere gold. I will be puissant,
Critical Apparatus31And mightie in my talke to her I Here shee comes.32
Fac. To him, Dol, suckle him. This is the noble knight,
Mam. Madame, with your pardon,
34I kisse your vesture.
Dol. Sir, I were vn-ciuill
Critical Apparatus35If I would suffer that, my lip to you, sir.Critical Apparatus36
Mam. I hope, my lord your brother be in health, lady?37
Dol. My lord, my brother is, though I no ladie, sir.Critical Apparatus38
Fac. (Well said my Guiny-hird.)
Mam. Right noble madame——40
Mam. 'Tis your prerogatiue.
Dol. Rather your courtesie.41
Mam. Were there nought else t'inlarge your vertues, to me,
Editor’s Note42These answeres speake your breeding, and your bloud.Editor’s Note43
Dol. Bloud we boast none, sir, a poore Baron's daughter.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus44
Mam. Poore! and gat you? Prophane not. Had your fatherpg 361
45Slept all the happy remnant of his life
46After the act, lyen but there still, and panted,
47H'had done inough, to make himselfe, his issue,
48And his posteritie noble.
Dol. Sir, although
Critical Apparatus49We may be said to want the guilt, and trappings,
50The dresse of honor; yet we striue to keepe
51The seedes, and the materialls.
Mam. I doe see
52The old ingredient, vertue, was not lost,
Critical Apparatus53Nor the drug, money, vs'd to make your compound.
54There is a strange nobilitie, i' your eye,
Critical Apparatus55This lip, that chin! Me thinks you doe resemble
56One o' the Austriack princes.
Fac. Very like,
57Her father was an Irish costar-monger.Critical Apparatus58
Mam. The house of Valois, iust, had such a nose.
59And such a fore-head, yet, the Medici
Editor’s Note60Of Florence boast.
Dol. Troth, and I haue beene lik'ned
Editor’s Note61To all these Princes.
Fac. I'll be sworne, I heard it.Critical Apparatus62
Mam. I know not how! it is not any one,
Critical Apparatus63But e'en the very choise of all their features.Critical Apparatus64
Fac. I'll in, and laugh.
Mam. A certaine touch, or aire,
65That sparkles a diuinitie, beyond
Critical Apparatus66An earthly beautie!
Dol. O, you play the courtier.67
Mam. Good lady, gi' me leaue———
Dol. In faith, I may not,
68To mock me, sir.
Mam. To burne i' this sweet flame:
69The Phœnix neuer knew a nobler death.Critical Apparatus70
Dol. Nay, now you court the courtier: and destroy
Critical Apparatus71What you would build. This art, sir, i' your words,
72Calls your whole faith in question.
Mam. By my soule——73
Dol. Nay, oathes are made o' the same aire, sir.
74Neuer bestow'd vpon mortalitie.pg 362
75A more vnblam'd, a more harmonious feature:
76Shee play'd the step-dame in all faces, else.
77Sweet madame, le' me be particular——78
Dol. Particular, sir? I pray you, know your distance.Editor’s Note79
Mam. In no ill sense, sweet lady, but to aske
Critical Apparatus80How your faire graces passe the houres? I see
81Yo'are lodg'd, here, i'the house of a rare man,
82An excellent Artist: but, what's that to you?83
Dol. Yes, sir. I studie here the mathematiques,
Critical Apparatus84And distillation.
Mam. O, I crie your pardon.
85H'is a diuine instructer! can extract
Critical Apparatus86The soules of all things, by his art; call all
Editor’s Note87The vertues, and the miracles of the Sunne,
88Into a temperate fornace: teach dull nature
89What her owne forces are. A man, the Emp'rour
90Has courted, aboue Kelley: sent his medalls,
91And chaines, t'inuite him.
Dol. I, and for his physick, sir——92
Mam. Aboue the art of Æscvlapivs,
Critical Apparatus93That drew the enuy of the Thunderer!
Editor’s Note94I know all this, and more.
Dol. Troth, I am taken, sir,
95Whole, with these studies, that contemplate nature:Critical Apparatus96
Mam. It is a noble humour. But, this forme
98Had you beene crooked, foule, of some course mould,
99A cloyster had done well: but, such a feature
100That might stand vp the glorie of a kingdome,
Critical Apparatus101To liue recluse! is a mere solœcisme,
102Though in a nunnery. It must not be.
Critical Apparatus103I muse, my lord your brother will permit it!
104You should spend halfe my land first, were I hee.
105Do's not this diamant better, on my finger,
Critical Apparatus106Then i' the quarrie?
Mam. Why, you are like it.pg 363Editor’s Note
Critical Apparatus107You were created, lady, for the light!
108Heare, you shall weare it; take it, the first pledge
109Of what I speake: to binde you, to beleeue me.110
Dol. In chaines of adamant?
Mam. Yes, the strongest bands.
111And take a secret, too. Here, by your side,
Critical Apparatus112Doth stand, this houre, the happiest man, in Europe.113
Dol. You are contented, sir?
Mam. Nay, in true being:
114The enuy of Princes, and the feare of States.Critical Apparatus115
Dol. Say you so, sir Epicvre!
Mam. Yes, & thou shalt proue it,
116Daughter of honor. I haue cast mine eye
117Vpon thy forme, and I will reare this beautie,
Critical Apparatus118Aboue all stiles.
Dol. You meane no treason, sir!119
Mam. No, I will take away that iealousie.
120I am the lord of the Philosophers stone,
Critical Apparatus121And thou the lady.
Dol. How sir! ha' you that?122
Mam. I am the master of the maistrie.
Editor’s Note123This day, the good old wretch, here, o' the house
124Has made it for vs. Now, hee's at protection.
125Thinke therefore, thy first wish, now; let me heare it:
Editor’s Note126And it shall raine into thy lap, no shower,
127But flouds of gold, whole cataracts, a deluge,
128To get a nation on thee!
Dol. You are pleas'd, sir,
129To worke on the ambition of our sexe.Editor’s Note130
Mam. I'am pleas'd, the glorie of her sexe should know,
131This nooke, here, of the Friers, is no climate
132For her, to liue obscurely in, to learne
133Physick, and surgery, for the Constables wife
134Of some odde Hundred in Essex; but come forth,
Critical Apparatus136The toyles of Emp'ricks, and their boasted practice;
137Tincture of pearle, and corrall, gold, and amber;pg 364
138Be seene at feasts, and triumphs; haue it ask'd,
Editor’s Note139What miracle shee is? set all the eyes
Editor’s Note140Of court a-fire, like a burning glasse,
141And worke 'hem into cinders; when the iewells
142Of twentie states adorne thee; and the light
143Strikes out the starres; that, when thy name is mention'd,
Critical Apparatus144Queenes may looke pale: and, we but shewing our loue,
146Thus, will we haue it.
Dol. I could well consent, sir.
147But, in a monarchy, how will this be?
Critical Apparatus148The Prince will soone take notice; and both seize
150For any priuate subiect.
Mam. If he knew it.151
Dol. Your selfe doe boast it, sir.
Mam. To thee, my life.Critical Apparatus152
Dol. O, but beware, sir! You may come to end
153The remnant of your daies, in a loth'd prison,
Critical Apparatus154By speaking of it.
Mam. 'Tis no idle feare!
Critical Apparatus155Wee'll therefore goe with all, my girle, and Hue
Critical Apparatus156In a free state; where we will eate our mullets,
Editor’s Note157Sous'd in high-countrey wines, sup phesants egges,
158And haue our cockles, boild in siluer shells,
159Our shrimps to swim againe, as when they liu'd,
Editor’s Note160In a rare butter, made of dolphins milke,
Editor’s Note161Whose creame do's looke like opalls: and, with these
162Delicate meats, set our selues high for pleasure,
Critical Apparatus163And take vs downe againe, and then renew
165And so enioy a perpetuitie
166Of life, and lust. And, thou shalt ha' thy wardrobe,
Critical Apparatus167Richer then Natures, still, to change thy selfe,
168And vary oftener, for thy pride, then shee:
Critical Apparatus169Or Art, her wise, and almost-equall seruant.pg 365 170
Fac. Sir, you are too loud. I heare you, euery word,
Critical Apparatus171Into the laboratory. Some fitter place.
172The garden, or great chamber aboue. How like you her?173
Mam. Excellent! Lungs. There's for thee.
Fac. But, doe you heare?
174Good sir, beware, no mention of the Rabbines.
Fac. O, it is well, sir. Svbtle!
- Ball. Melt him, Phryne, melt him: … Suck like a horse-leach …
- Sim. Thou art my better Angel.
- Wilt thou eat gold—drink gold, lie in gold,
- I have it for thee.
- That distill their husbands land
- In decoctions; and are mann'd
- With ten Emp'ricks, in their chamber,
- Lying for the spirit of amber.