Monologue

Sur Monologue from The Alchemist

From The Alchemist by Ben Jonson

male · dark · 1:09 min

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What else are all your terms, Whereon no one of your writers 'grees with other? Of your elixir, your lac virginis, Your stone, your med'cine, and your chrysosperm, Your sal, your sulphur, and your mercury, Your oil of height, your tree of life, your blood, Your marchesite, your tutie, your magnesia, Your toad, your crow, your dragon, and your panther; Your sun, your moon, your firmament, your adrop, Your lato, azoch, zernich, chibrit, heautarit, And then your red man, and your white woman, With all your broths, your menstrues, and materials, Of piss and egg-shells, women's terms, man's blood, Hair o' the head, burnt clouts, chalk, merds, and clay, Powder of bones, scalings of iron, glass, And worlds of other strange ingredients, Would burst a man to name?

About this piece

Sur expresses frustration and disbelief at the chaotic and contradictory nature of alchemical terms and ingredients, highlighting the absurdity of the pursuit of knowledge in this field.

30s · disgust · madness · identity · power · ambition

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