Mammon: ’Tis the secret
Of nature naturiz’d ’gainst all infections,
Cures all diseases coming of all causes;
A month’s grief in a day, a year’s in twelve;
And, of what age soever, in a month.
Past all the doses of your drugging doctors.
I’ll undertake, withal, to fright the plague
Out o’ the kingdom in three months.
Surly: And I’ll
Be bound, the players shall sing your praises then,