The Alchemist by Ben Jonson
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page 63 of 372 (16%)
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Sir, against one o'clock prepare yourself;
Till when you must be fasting; only take Three drops of vinegar in at your nose, Two at your mouth, and one at either ear; Then bathe your fingers' ends and wash your eyes, To sharpen your five senses, and cry "hum" Thrice, and then "buz" as often; and then come. [EXIT.] FACE. Can you remember this? DAP. I warrant you. FACE. Well then, away. It is but your bestowing Some twenty nobles 'mong her grace's servants, And put on a clean shirt: you do not know What grace her grace may do you in clean linen. [EXEUNT FACE AND DAPPER.] SUB [WITHIN]. Come in! Good wives, I pray you forbear me now; Troth I can do you no good till afternoon -- [RE-ENTERS, FOLLOWED BY DRUGGER.] What is your name, say you? Abel Drugger? DRUG. Yes, sir. SUB. A seller of tobacco? |
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