A notable, superstitious, good soul,
Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald,
With prayer and fasting for it: and, sir, let him
Do it alone, for me, still. Here he comes,
Not a profane word afore him; ’tis poison.
Again, in the same play, there is an enumeration of alchemical items, many of which were, both in ancient and in medieval times, used in amatory brews:
Subtle: Sir?
Surly: What else are all your terms,
Whereon no one o’ your writers ’grees with other?
Of your elixir, your lac virginis,