Scene + 

III + 

Another room in the same. + 

Enter Dol in her fit of raving, followed by Mammon. + 

Dol Common + 

“For after Alexander’s death”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Good lady⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“That Perdiccas and Antigonus, were slain, + 

The two that stood, Seleuc’, and Ptolomee”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Madam⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“Made up the two legs, and the fourth beast, + 

That was Gog-north, and Egypt-south: which after + 

Was called Gog-iron-leg and South-iron-leg”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Lady⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt, too: + 

Then Egypt-clay-leg, and Gog-clay-leg”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Sweet madam⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“And last Gog-dust, and Egypt-dust, which fall + 

In the last link of the fourth chain. And these + 

Be stars in story, which none see, or look at”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

What shall I do? + 

Dol Common + 

“For,” as he says, “except + 

We call the Rabbins, and the heathen Greeks”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Dear lady⁠— + 

Dol Common + 

“To come from Salem, and from Athens, + 

And teach the people of Great Britain”⁠— + 

Enter Face, hastily, in his servant’s dress. + 

Face + 

What’s the matter, sir? + 

Dol Common + 

“To speak the tongue of Eber, and Javan”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

O, + 

She’s in her fit. + 

Dol Common + 

“We shall know nothing”⁠— + 

Face + 

Death, sir, + 

We are undone! + 

Dol Common + 

“Where then a learned linguist + 

Shall see the ancient used communion + 

Of vowels and consonants”⁠— + 

Face + 

My master will hear! + 

Dol Common + 

“A wisdom, which Pythagoras held most high”⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Sweet honourable lady! + 

Dol Common + 

“To comprise + 

All sounds of voices, in few marks of letters”⁠— + 

Face + 

Nay, you must never hope to lay her now. + 

They all speak together. + 

Dol Common + 

“And so we may arrive by Talmud skill, + 

And profane Greek, to raise the building up + 

Of Helen’s house against the Ismaelite, + 

King of Thogarma, and his habergions + 

Brimstony, blue, and fiery; and the force + 

Of king Abaddon, and the beast of Cittim: + 

Which rabbi David Kimchi, Onkelos, + 

And Aben Ezra do interpret Rome.” + 

Face + 

How did you put her into’t? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Alas, I talked + 

Of a fifth monarchy I would erect, + 

With the philosopher’s stone, by chance, and she + 

Falls on the other four straight. + 

Face + 

Out of Broughton! + 

I told you so. ’Slid, stop her mouth. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Is’t best? + 

Face + 

She’ll never leave else. If the old man hear her, + 

We are but faeces, ashes. + 

Subtle + 

Within. What’s to do there? + 

Face + 

O, we are lost! Now she hears him, she is quiet. + 

Enter Subtle, they run different ways. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Where shall I hide me! + 

Subtle + 

How! What sight is here? + 

Close deeds of darkness, and that shun the light! + 

Bring him again. Who is he? What, my son! + 

O, I have lived too long. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Nay, good, dear Father, + 

There was no unchaste purpose. + 

Subtle + 

Not? And flee me + 

When I come in? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

That was my error. + 

Subtle + 

Error? + 

Guilt, guilt, my son: give it the right name. No marvel, + 

If I found check in our great work within, + 

When such affairs as these were managing! + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Why, have you so? + 

Subtle + 

It has stood still this half hour: + 

And all the rest of our less works gone back. + 

Where is the instrument of wickedness, + 

My lewd false drudge? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Nay, good sir, blame not him; + 

Believe me, ’twas against his will or knowledge: + 

I saw her by chance. + 

Subtle + 

Will you commit more sin, + 

To excuse a varlet? + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

By my hope, ’tis true, sir. + 

Subtle + 

Nay, then I wonder less, if you, for whom + 

The blessing was prepared, would so tempt heaven, + 

And lose your fortunes. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Why, sir? + 

Subtle + 

This will retard + 

The work a month at least. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Why, if it do, + 

What remedy? But think it not, good Father: + 

Our purposes were honest. + 

Subtle + 

As they were, + 

So the reward will prove. + 

A loud explosion within. + 

—How now! Ah me! + 

God, and all saints be good to us.⁠— + 

Reenter Face. + 

What’s that? + 

Face + 

O, sir, we are defeated! All the works + 

Are flown in fumo, every glass is burst; + 

Furnace, and all rent down, as if a bolt + 

Of thunder had been driven through the house. + 

Retorts, receivers, pelicans, bolt-heads, + 

All struck in shivers! + 

Subtle falls down as in a swoon. + 

Help, good sir! Alas, + 

Coldness and death invades him. Nay, Sir Mammon, + 

Do the fair offices of a man! You stand, + 

As you were readier to depart than he. + 

Knocking within. + 

Who’s there? My lord her brother is come. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Ha, Lungs! + 

Face + 

His coach is at the door. Avoid his sight, + 

For he’s as furious as his sister’s mad. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Alas! + 

Face + 

My brain is quite undone with the fume, sir, + 

I ne’er must hope to be mine own man again. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Is all lost, Lungs? Will nothing be preserved + 

Of all our cost? + 

Face + 

Faith, very little, sir; + 

A peck of coals or so, which is cold comfort, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

O, my voluptuous mind! I am justly punished. + 

Face + 

And so am I, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Cast from all my hopes⁠— + 

Face + 

Nay, certainties, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

By mine own base affections. + 

Subtle + 

Seeming to come to himself. + 

O, the curst fruits of vice and lust! + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Good Father, + 

It was my sin. Forgive it. + 

Subtle + 

Hangs my roof + 

Over us still, and will not fall, O justice, + 

Upon us, for this wicked man! + 

Face + 

Nay, look, sir, + 

You grieve him now with staying in his sight: + 

Good sir, the nobleman will come too, and take you, + 

And that may breed a tragedy. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I’ll go. + 

Face + 

Ay, and repent at home, sir. It may be, + 

For some good penance you may have it yet; + 

A hundred pound to the box at Bedlam⁠— + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Yes. + 

Face + 

For the restoring such as⁠—have their wits. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

I’ll do’t. + 

Face + 

I’ll send one to you to receive it. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Do. + 

Is no projection left? + 

Face + 

All flown, or stinks, sir. + 

Sir Epicure Mammon + 

Will nought be saved that’s good for medicine, think’st thou? + 

Face + 

I cannot tell, sir. There will be perhaps, + 

Something about the scraping of the shards, + 

Will cure the itch⁠—though not your itch of mind, sir. + 

Aside. + 

It shall be saved for you, and sent home. Good sir, + 

This way, for fear the lord should meet you. + 

Exit Mammon. + 

Subtle + 

Raising his head. Face! + 

Face + 

Ay. + 

Subtle + 

Is he gone? + 

Face + 

Yes, and as heavily + 

As all the gold he hoped for were in’s blood. + 

Let us be light though. + 

Subtle + 

Leaping up. Ay, as balls, and bound + 

And hit our heads against the roof for joy: + 

There’s so much of our care now cast away. + 

Face + 

Now to our Don. + 

Subtle + 

Yes, your young widow by this time + 

Is made a countess, Face; she has been in travail + 

Of a young heir for you. + 

Face + 

Good sir. + 

Subtle + 

Off with your case, + 

And greet her kindly, as a bridegroom should, + 

After these common hazards. + 

Face + 

Very well, sir. + 

Will you go fetch Don Diego off, the while? + 

Subtle + 

And fetch him over too, if you’ll be pleased, sir: + 

Would Dol were in her place, to pick his pockets now! + 

Face + 

Why, you can do’t as well, if you would set to’t. + 

I pray you prove your virtue. + 

Subtle + 

For your sake sir. + 

Exeunt. + 