The Alchemist

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at the De La More Press, 1903 - 232 Seiten
 

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Seite 25 - Cinoper : I know all. — This fellow, captain, Will come, in time, to be a great distiller, And give a say — I will not say directly, But very fair — at the philosopher's stone.
Seite 31 - Mam. Nay, I mean, Restore his years, renew him, like an eagle, To the fifth age; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants; as our philosophers have done, The ancient patriarchs, afore the flood, But taking, once a week, on a knife's point, The quantity of a grain of mustard of it; Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
Seite 36 - My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agate set in gold, and studded With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies. The tongues of carps, dormice, and camels...
Seite 29 - This is the day, wherein, to all my friends, I will pronounce the happy word, BE RICH; THIS DAY YOU SHALL BE SPECTATISSIMI.
Seite 102 - Sub. I will not treat with thee; what! sell my fortune? "Tis better than my birth-right. Do not murmur: Win her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol Knows it directly. Face. Well, sir, I am silent. Will you go help to fetch in Don in state? [Exit. Sub. I follow you, sir: we must keep Face in awe, Or he will over-look us like a tyrant.
Seite 37 - I'll go look A little, how it heightens. [Exit. Mam. Do.— My shirts I'll have of taffeta-sarsnet, soft and light As cobwebs ; and for all my other raiment, It shall be such as might provoke the Persian, Were he to teach the world riot anew. My gloves of fishes and birds' skins, perfumed With gums of paradise, and eastern air — Sur.
Seite 35 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines, Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir, that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
Seite 6 - No, your clothes. — Thou vermin, have I ta'en thee out of dung, So poor, so wretched, when no living thing Would keep thee company, but a spider, or worse...
Seite 92 - Tis your prerogative. Dol. Rather your courtesy. Mam. Were there nought else t' enlarge your virtues to me, These answers speak your breeding, and your blood. Dol. Blood we boast none, sir, a poor baron's daughter. Mam. Poor ! and gat you ? profane not. Had your father Slept all the happy remnant of his life After...
Seite 7 - Have you your senses, masters ? Face. I will have A book, but barely reckoning thy impostures, Shall prove a true philosopher's stone to printers.

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