The Apoticarie. Chap. 7.
POticarie, haue you made my drinke?
Who prescribed you this receipt?
Tis maister Doctor.
What Doctor?
Will you know? Know you not the hand?
No truly.
Albertus Magnus is the author, I haue translated it out of his vvorkes of the secrets of damsels.
Do you beleeue this monstrous lyar?
Is he so great a lyar?
He sayth that there is vertue in stones, in hearbs, and in vvords, to make men in loue vvith vvomen, and vvomen with men. No, no, tis another thing that I will do.
I will coniure a spirit, and will go inuisible.
Let me see your Receit. Read it.
Take a Frogs tongue, and the blood of a bat.
And how must I vse them?