B. You must look, whither you have driven it, and there must you seek it, and, having found it, you must restore it to the dead King, and so you will again begin your Work, and you shall again bring it through all the Variety of Colours, like as you did at the first time. For when the Soul is restored to the Body, there is made a new Solution, which is to be again putrefied, that it may turn back; and then proceeding farther on according to the same way, as was done in the first Operation, there will appear all the Colours, and they too far more delicate than in the foregoing Labour. The Crows head will be Blacker, the Dragons Blood Redder: The Lac virginis Whiter, and the Salamander more fusile, than it was in the first Operation. For by how much the oftner you shall repeat this Mortification and Vivification of the King, so much the more Magnificent, more precious, and more efficacious a Tincture, will you obtain. Believe it, and give God the thanks, and be mindful of the Poor, assoon as ever you are Master of your Desires. Come to me again upon Munday, that I may also teach you (according to my Promise) the way of making another Philosophical work out of the Poisonous, Volatile, and black Saturnine Magnesia: And so farewel.
A. In going away spake thus with himself, Praise and Glory be unto God, who hath thus, by the help of one Man, bestowed on me so great a Grace. I now go home with a cheerful mind, and there will I most desirously wait for Mundays approach, that so I may likewise get, from my Friend sent me by God, that other work, [made] out of the Volatile and Philosophical Gold. But this Operation, done with fixed Gold, doth please me wondrously well, especially for this reason, because, in every Reiteration, there do always appear the same Colours, which presented themselves to view in the first Operation. Who would ever have believed, that so many, and such excellent Colours lay hid in common Gold? And now, if this can be demonstrated in the common Gold, what may be expected from the secret Gold of the Philosophers, in which (they say) many more Colours lye hid than do in common Gold. ’Tis a common Proverb, [I confess] that he who seeks from another comes to know many things, but [usually] renders himself ungrateful: But yet however, I cannot chuse but propose unto the Man one Question more, perhaps some sweet refreshing Solar Ray will shine upon me. My Friend! I am come again unto you.
B. Well, tell me, what more you have to say unto me?
A. As touching those things which I have seen, I desire no farther Information concerning them. But, it will most thoroughly serve my turn, if you will be but pleased to answer but unto one Question, which I shall propose unto you: And that is this, Forasmuch as almost all the Philosophers, in the description of their Stone, do tell us, That the King is to be conjoyned, and Radically mixed, with the Queen in a peculiar Mercurial Bath, that so from them an Off-spring more noble than the Father may arise: And seeing likewise, that the same Philosophers do at large celebrate the Coition of Mars and Venus: My desire is very great, to understand your Opinion concerning this business. For if there could happen, or proceed, any good effect from this Conjunction of Gold with Silver, or Mars with Venus, what need would there be of so many repeated Coctions of the Gold?
B. This way, which you make mention of, is not unprofitable; and, to tell you the Truth, there are yet nearer ways, the which whosoever enters into, will equally become a Master of great Arcana’s. I was willing to shew unto you the work upon bare Gold only, for this reason, viz. that you may see with your Eyes, and as it were feel with your hands, that those most eminent Colours do lye hid even in bare Gold too; which is a thing, that scarce one of a thousand would have believed. And now being certainly assured, about the lying hid of so great a Tincture in Gold, you may with the greater confidence set about your Operations.
A. Still more and more doth a brighter light shine upon me, Nor can I enough admire, when I look upon the Rosey Colour of the Lyon, that out of so small a Lyon, there should proceed so great a quantity of Blood, coloured with so excellent and delicate a Colour, when as notwithstanding, out of other much greater Animals, there is scarce extractible so much Blood, as to answer to the hundreth part of this Blood.
B. What? do not you understand, by what means, such an incredible quantity of Blood can flow forth out of so small a Lyon? What, do you not know, that the whole Body of the Lyon, which is the King of all Beasts, is nothing else but the mere concentrated Blood of the heart, one half Ounce of which, being boiled in many hundred Ounces of water, doth turn all that water into Blood, as you your self have now seen with your own Eyes.
A. I confess, that there have now been shewn to the view of mine own Eyes, such and so great things, the like of which I never heard so much as one word of, from any others. No Body would believe me, and (which is worse) mine Enemies, who are most vile Compilers of infamous Libels, would set upon me with store of reproaches and lyes, and call me Sophister and Cheater, and would say, that I boyl some Brasile wood, or other Red colouring Stuff in water, and so sell it for the Rosey Blood of the Lyon. And therefore, I have no reason to make shew of any knowledge of this so great a Secret.
B. How? what will you be afraid to be a reporter of the Truth; and to manifest these great wonders of God and Nature. That very way by which I shewed unto you, that that most high Colour ariseth out of Gold, by the self same way may you be able to shut the defiled mouths of your Enemies. And if they will not believe, that there lyes hidden such a Colour in Gold, they will be convinced by the said Lyons Blood, which, being made bright hot in a strong Fire, and afterwards boiled again in other water, will convert the same, as it did the former, into Blood, and this you may even do, as often as you please. By this it is manifestly evident, that the Blood of our Lyon is incombustible. And in our being busied about those Labours of ours, there present themselves to our view, three most delicate Flowers: The first is, a Violet, dyed with a mixt red and Sky Colour: Then, the White Lilly; and at last, the immortal Amaranthus shining with a Scarlet dye. But why, immortal? For this reason, because neither the strongest Fire, nor the strongest Corrosive waters can at all hurt it, or change its Colours. The Amaranthus is tinged with the highest and most constant Colour, beyond all other Herbs and Flowers, the which does not so soon vanish after the manner of other Colours, which other Flowers have, but abides constant for many years, insomuch, that such an Herb is kept both Winter and Summer, to make Garland and Posies, or such like, withal.
A. If now any one could be so happy at last, as to enjoy that Amaranthus, he might present many pious Virgins, with Posies and Garlands made thereof.