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Enter T RIBULATION W HOLESOME and A NANIAS 1
TRI. These chastisements are common to the saints, | |
| And such rebukes we of the separation | |
| Must bear with willing shoulders, as the trials | |
| Sent forth to tempt our frailties. | 4 |
| ANA. In pure zeal, | |
| I do not like the man; he is a then, | |
| And speaks the language of Canaan, truly. | |
| TRI. I think him a profane person indeed. | 8 |
| ANA. He bears | |
| The visible mark of the beast in his forehead. | |
| And for his stone, it is a work of darkness, | |
| And with philosophy blinds the eyes of man. | 12 |
| TRI. Good brother, we must bend unto all means, | |
| That may give furtherance to the holy cause. | |
| ANA. Which his cannot: the sanctified cause | |
| Should have a sanctified course. | 16 |
| TRI. Not always necessary: | |
| The children of perdition are oft times | |
| Made instruments even of the greatest works. | |
| Beside, we should give somewhat to man’s nature, | 20 |
| The place he lives in, still about the fire, | |
| And fume of metals, that intoxicate | |
| The brain of man, and make him prone to passion. | |
| Where have you greater atheists than your cooks? | 24 |
| Or more profane, or choleric, than your glass-men? | |
| More anti-Christian than your bell-founders? | |
| What makes the devil so devilish, I would ask you, | |
| Sathan, our common enemy, but his being | 28 |
| Perpetually about the fire, and boiling | |
| Brimstone and arsenic? We must give, I say, | |
| Unto the motives, and the stirrers up | |
| Of humours in the blood. It may be so, | 32 |
| When as the work is done, the stone is made, | |
| This heat of his may turn into a zeal, | |
| And stand up for the beauteous discipline | |
| Against the menstruous cloth and rag of Rome. | 36 |
| We must await his calling, and the coming | |
| Of the good spirit. You did fault, t’ upbraid him | |
| With the brethren’s blessing of Heidelberg, weighing | |
| What need we have to hasten on the work, | 40 |
| For the restoring of the silenc’d saints, 2 | |
| Which ne’er will be but by the philosopher’s stone. | |
| And so a learned elder, one of Scotland, | |
| Assur’d me; aurum potabile being | 44 |
| The only med’cine for the civil magistrate, | |
| T’ incline him to a feeling of the cause; | |
| And must be daily us’d in the disease. | |
| ANA. I have not edified more, truly, by man; | 48 |
| Not since the beautiful light first shone on me: | |
| And I am sad my zeal hath so offended. | |
| TRI. Let us call on him then. | |
| ANA. The motion’s good, | 52 |
| And of the spirit; I will knock first. [Knocks.] Peace be within! [The door is opened, and they enter.] | |
