SCENE III.
A chamber in the Duke’s Palace.
Enter Maquerelle, Emilia, and Bianca, with a posset.
Maq. Even here it is, three curds in three regions individually distinct, most methodically[439] according to art compos’d, without any drink.
Bian. Without any drink!
Maq. Upon my honour. Will ye sit and eat?
Emil. Good, the composure: the receipt, how is’t?
Maq. ’Tis a pretty pearl; by this pearl (how does’t with me?) thus it is. Seven and thirty yolks of Barbary hens’ eggs; eighteen spoonfuls and a half of the juice of cock-sparrow bones; one ounce, three drams, four scruples, and one quarter of the syrup of Ethiopian dates; sweetened with three quarters of a pound of pure candied Indian eringoes; strewed over with the powder of pearl of America, amber of Cataia, and lamb-stones of Muscovia. 15
Bian. Trust me, the ingredients are very cordial, and, no question, good, and most powerful in restauration.[440]
Maq. I know not what you mean by restauration; but this it doth,—it purifieth the blood, smootheth the skin, enliveneth the eye, strengtheneth the veins, mundifieth the teeth, comforteth the stomach, fortifieth the back, and quickeneth the wit; that’s all. 22