_Plotw._ Underplot, I defy thee. I have laid the wager, and now I hold the stakes.
_Town._ Opportunity Mr. Potwell, has been the downfall of much virtue.
_Hugh._ Ah, madam! the doctor! the doctor!
_Plot._ Fear nothing. I'll stand it. I have my part ready.
_Foss._ I promised lady _Langfort_ my eagle-stone. The poor lady is like to miscarry, and 'tis well I thought on't. Ha! who is here! I do not like the aspect of the fellow. But I will not be over censorious.
[_They make many bows and cringes in advancing to each other._
_Plot._ _Illustrissime domine, huc adveni_--
_Foss._ _Illustrissime domine----non usus, sum loquere Latinum_----If you cannot speak English, we can have no lingual conversation.
_Plot._ I can speak but a little Englise. Me ave great deal heard of de fame of de great luminary of all arts and sciences, de illustrious doctor Fossile. I would make commutation (what do you call it) I would exchange some of my tings for some of his tings.
_Foss._ Pray, Sir, what university are you of?
_Plot._ De famous university of Cracow in Polonia minor. I have cured de king of Sweden of de wound. My name be doctor Cornelius Lubomirski.
_Foss._ Your Lubomirskis are a great family. But what Arcana are you master of, Sir?
_Plot._ [_Shows a large snuff-box._] See dere, Sir, dat box de snuff.
_Plot._ Right. Snuff-box. Dat be de very true gold.
_Plot._ Vat of dat? me make dat gold my own self, of de lead of de great church of Crawcow.
_Plot._ By calcination; reverberation; purification; sublimation; amalgamation; precipitation; volitilization.
_Foss._ Have a care what you assert. The volitilization of gold is not an obvious process. It is by great elegance of speech called, _fortitudo fortitudinis fortissima_.
_Plot._ I need not acquaint de illustrious doctor Fossile, dat all de metals be but unripe gold.
_Foss._ Spoken like a philosopher, And therefore there should be an act of parliament against digging of lead mines, as against felling young timber. But inform me, Sir, what might be your menstruum, snow-water, or May-dew?
_Foss._ Right. Snow is the universal pickle of nature for the preservation of her productions in the hyemal season.
_Plot._ If you will go your self, and not trust de servant, to fetch some of de right Thames sand dat be below de bridge, I will show you de naked Diana in your study before I go hence.