Shall turn it to as many of the Sun;
Nay, to a thousand, so ad infinitum;
You will believe me.
Surly. Yes, when I see’t, I will—
Mam. Ha! why?
Do you think I fable with you? I assure you,
He that has once the flower of the Sun,
The perfect ruby, which we call Elixir,
Not only can do that, but, by its virtue,
Can confer honour, love, respect, long life;