_Raph_. The extent
Of that fyxt love I ever vowde to thee
Thou in this act shall find.
_Tread_. And it shall seale it,
Beyond all date or limitt.
_Raph_. Come, hasten, frend, methinks at lengthe I spy
After rough tempests a more open skye.
[_Exeunt[146] Raphael and Treadway_.
_Clowne_. And I will after you home, Syr,
Since so merrily blowes the wind, Sir.
_Thomas_. Staye, frend, I am a stranger in these parts
And woold in one thinge gladly bee resolved.
_Clowne_. I am in haste.
_Thomas_. That little leasure thou bestowest on mee
I shalbee gladd to pay for; nay, I will.
Drinke that for my sake.
_Clowne_. Not this, Syr, as it is; for I can make a shifte to dissolve
hard mettall into a more liquid substance. A cardeq![147] oh Syr, I can
distill this into a quintessence cal'd _Argentum potabile_.[148]
_Thomas_. I heard you name one _Ashburne_; can you bring mee
To th'sight of such a man?
_Clowne_. Easily I can, Syr. But for another peice of the same stampe,
I can bringe you to heare him, to feele him, to smell, to tast him, and
to feede upon him your whole fyve senses.
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