BOOK I.--THE ALCHYMISTS

OR, SEARCHERS FOR THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE AND THE WATER OF LIFE.

"Mercury (loquitur).--The mischief a secret any of them know, above

the consuming of coals and drawing of usquebaugh! Howsoever they may

pretend, under the specious names of Geber, Arnold, Lulli, or bombast of

Hohenheim, to commit miracles in art, and treason against nature! As if

the title of philosopher, that creature of glory, were to be fetched out

of a furnace! I am their crude, and their sublimate, their precipitate,

and their unctions; their male and their female, sometimes their

hermaphrodite--what they list to style me! They will calcine you a grave

matron, as it might be a mother of the maids, and spring up a young

virgin out of her ashes, as fresh as a phoenix; lay you an old courtier

on the coals, like a sausage or a bloat-herring, and, after they have

broiled him enough, blow a soul into him, with a pair of bellows! See!

they begin to muster again, and draw their forces out against me! The

genius of the place defend me!"--Ben Jonson's Masque "Mercury vindicated

from the Alchymists."

THE ALCHYMISTS.

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