The alchemist
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Face. Speak lower, rogue. Subt. Yes, you were once (time's not long past) the good, Honest, plain, livery three-pound-thrum, that kept 16 Your master's worship's house here in the Friars, For the vacations ...
MorePurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Face. Speak lower, rogue. Subt. Yes, you were once (time's not long past) the good, Honest, plain, livery three-pound-thrum, that kept 16 Your master's worship's house here in the Friars, For the vacations Face. Will you be so loud ? Subt. Since, by my means, translated suburb-captain. Face. By your means, doctor dog ? Subt. Within man's' memory, All this I speak of. Face. . Why, I pray you, have I 21 Been countenanced by you, or you by me ? Do but collect, sir, where I met you first. Subt. I do not hear well. -/ Face. Not of this, I think it. But I shall put you in mind, sir;- at Pie-corner, 25 Taking your meal of steam in from cooks' stalls; Where, like the father of hunger, you did walk Piteously costive, with your pinched-horn nose, And your complexion of the Roman wash, Stuck full of black and melancholic worms, 30 Like powder-corns shot at th' artillery-yard. Subt. I wish you could advance your voice a little. Face. When you went pinned up in the several rags You had raked and picked from dunghills, before day; Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes, 35 A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloak, That scarce would cover your no-buttocks- Subt. So, sir! (fO ' (""' Face. When all your alchemy, and your algebra, Your minerals, vegetals, and animals, Your conjuring, coz'ning, and your dozen of trades, 40 Could not relieve your corps with so much linen Would make you tinder, but to see a fire; I gave you countenance, credit for your coals, Your stills, your glasses, your materials; Built you a furnace, drew you customers, 45 Advanced all your black arts; lent you, beside, A house to practise in v ' Subt. Your master's house ! Face. Where you have studied the more thriving skill Of bawdry si...
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