ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Philomel, Mendicant, Doctor.
Ph.THeſe are the Lodgings, that my Lady appointed
For your diſtracted patient.
Doct.Exceeding well. Excuſe me Gentlewoman
That now intreat your abſence.
Ph.Willingly. I am not taken with the ſight you bring:
For I ſee mad-folkes enough every day.
Exit.
Doct.Here ſet him downe. Unbind him, and unblind
Fer.Am I then taken priſoner in the North?
(in a chaire
Wounded, diſarm’d and bound? I ſhall be
(bound and
To which of your rebelliouſly uſurp’d
Caſtles ha’ you brought me? you ſir
Preſbiter,
That better can
pugnare then
orare,
And ſo abjure all duty and allegiance–
Men.Hee takes you for a Northerne Paſtor
Doct.No matter what, let him run out his fancy.
Fer.You were beſt to uſe me well; and like a ſouldier
Order will elſe be tane (though you know none.)
[P5v]Doct.
The Court Begger.
Doct.You ſhall have all beſt uſage ſir.
(armor
Fer.And uſe my horſe well too, and let my horſe and
Be decently preſerv’d and ſeene forth-comming
Doct.With all beſt care ſir.
Fer.For I ſhall ſoone be ſent for, or fetch’d off
With ruine of your countrey ’bout your eares.
Doct.You ſhall have all content the countrey yeilds
Fer.I ſhall have Oat-bread, Ale, and Bag-pipes,
Doct.If you’l be merry ſir.
(I to cribbidge
Fer.Merry! why not? come let’s ha’ cards; and you and
For an od hundred pound, I meane not Scotch,
But ſterling Engliſh pieces, where’s your money?
All gone in Ammunition, and charge Military.
Doct.I’le finde you money enough.
Fer.O here’s a third man, let’s then to Gleeke.
Men.Crown Gleeke ſir, if you pleaſe.
Fer.Crown Gleeke! no more?
You ſeeme to be a thrifty Covenanter
To play but at crowne Gleeke, whole piece Gleeke or
Men.High as you pleaſe ſir, wee’l find money enough,
And pay us but our buyings.
Fer.Sir, you muſt bate me Aces. You will play
Tib
Doct.All i’ the Cards ſir.
Fer.Away with cards. Bring dice, ſet all at hazard,
And though I loſe all, I have yet a project
That at the end o’ th’ war, and the great ſitting
Shall fetch all in agen. But O my Muſe!
How dare I ſo neglect thy inſpirations?
Give me Pen, Inke and Paper.
[P6]For.
The Court Begger.
Fer.Now will I write, nor will I emulate
Ovids ſmoth vaine, or
Petraks buskind ſtile.
Nor
Laura, nor
Corinna did deſerve
To have their prayers written ſn ſuch Verſe
As i’le beſtow on her that I adore.
Liſten to me you bleſt Intelligences,
And,
Phebus, ſtay thy courſe to heare me ſing
Her prayſes, for whoſe love th’ inamor’d Gods
Would leave their proper ſeates, and in ſtolne ſhapes,
Converſe with mortalls, your ſoule-raviſhing ſpheres
Send forth your ſweeteſt harmony whilſt I ſing–
But O ſhee is diſdainfull; and her ſcorne
Hath blotted all the glory of her praiſe,
Doct.Now ſir, doe you obſerve the roote of his
Men.I gueſſe at it, know you the remedy?
Fer.Diſeaſe! what’s that? who is diſeas’d? who
Men.This Gentleman is, and brings you remedy, be
Doct.O you will move him.
Fer.You are a brace of Quacks,
That tie your knowledge unto dayes and houres
Mark’d out for good or ill i’ th’
Almanack.
Your beſt Receipts are candy for a cold;
And
Carduus Benedictus for an ague,
Could you give life as
Æſculapius
Did to unjuſtly ſlaine
Hippolitus,
You could preſcribe no remedy for me.
Goe ſtudy
Gallen, and
Hippocrates,
And when your rare ſimplicities have found
Simples to cure the Lunacy of Love,
Compoſe a potion, and adminiſter’t
[P6v]Unto
The Court Begger.
Unto the Family at
Amſterdam.
Doct.I’le Phiſick you to morrow and allay
The heate of this ſtrong fit, or Leach it out.
Enter ſir Raphael.
Ra.I have venter’d to this houſe againe, aſſur’d
That now the humerous Lady is from home
Forgetting not her Love-trick put upon me
Which ſhe already boaſts to my diſgrace
For which I may requite her Ladyſhip,
How dos your patient? a ſleepe! That’s well.
Men.No hee’s but ſilent ſir, and it is well
Ra.The Lords in honourable regard unto
His health directed me to viſite him.
Ra.Do you not know me ſir?
You are (I tak’t) the Ghoſt of
Dioniſius
The great tirannicall Court-ſchole-maſter.
Ra.Your Friends at Court commend them to you
Fer.What hither, unto hell? Extend their loves
So far, to finde me out? Pray let ’em know
That here’s a trobled world in want of Stateſmen.
But tell the youthes and beauties there, they never
Shall finde a happier opportunity
To raiſe a new Plantation. They’l drive all
Before ’em here: For pride is at a ſtand;
Faſhions are all worne out, and no invention
For new here to be found: all beauty’s loſt;
Nor have the greateſt Ladies here the act
To make ſo much as their poore Chambermayds:
Let ’em come downe, as many of the Gallants
As are made weary of their Wives or Miſtreſſes;
And, of thoſe Wives and Miſtreſſes, as many
As can their huſbands, or their ſervants ſpare:
[P7]And
The Court Begger.
And what a yeare of Holy-dayes, a Jubile
Shall we have in hell then? Ha’ old Lad!
Ra.What a wilde fancie’s this!
Doct.Croſſe it not good ſir.
Ra.Pray give mee leave to touch it though, a
Fer.But above all, finde out the Lady
Strangelove
That humorous Madam, and tell her from me,
The many Lovers ſhee has ſent before her
Into theſe ſhades (where we can find no torments
Like thoſe that ſhee inflicted) have prevail’d
With the great Queene
Proſerpina, that ſhee
Shall be in place next to her royall perſon.
Ra.The Lady
Strangelove! you are in her houſe ſir,
Where doe you thinke you are? or who you are?
Pray call your ſelfe to mind ſir, are not you
The noble
Cavalier and hopefull
Courtier
The moſt accompliſh’d Knight ſir
Ferdinando?
Doct.Forbeare ſir, you will move him ſtrongly elſe.
Ra.I have authority for what I do ſir,
Can you forget your ſelfe ſir, or neglect
The bounteous fortunes, that the Court and Kingdome
Have in ſtore for you, both for paſt Atchievments,
And for the large endowments of court-vertue
Are found ſtill growing in you, ſtudied and practis’d
So to the life, as if you were built up
Vertues own Manſion, on her foure firme pillars?–
Men.I hope he cannot flatter him into’s wits
When ’tis the way to foole men out of ’em.
Ra.The Wiſdome, Juſtice, Magnanimity,
And temperance of court you are exactly
Fram’d and compos’d of, and indued with all
The excelencies that may adorne a man
By Nature, Fortune, Art and Induſtry!
And all this glorious light to be eclips’d;
[P7v]And
The Court Begger.
And ſuch Divine perfections ſeeme to ſleepe?
Ra.Sir, moſt attentively.
Fer.What do you thinke of Salſbury ſteeple ſir,
For a fit hunting ſpeare t’incounter with
The whore of Babilion? might I not firke her thinke
Men.Your Doctrine dos not edify ſir
Raphael.
Fer.Is Oratour
Demoſtines growne dumbe
O’th’ ſodaine? what! no anſwer? give me a Knife
Doct.I told you what you would doe.
Fer.Patience in tortures?
Doct.Helpe here ſodainly!
Enter Servants.
Fer.Do you ſally forth in troupes? Have I no troupe?
Give me my horſe and armes, and come a hundred.
Doct.Wee’l arme and horſe you, ſince y’are ſo unruly,
Away with him into his Bed-chamber.
Fer.O doe you make me then your Knight o’ th’ ſhire
A tun o’ Wine for that. Shoulder your Knight, advance
your Knight, beare him out.
(Manent Men.
Al.A
Ferdinand, a
Ferdinand, &c.
(ſir Rap.
Men.This now to me is Muſick, Golden-chimes
That rings all in with an aſſur’d advantage,
How now Sir
Raphael! Frighted?
Ra.In all my diſputations all my travailes,
And all conſpiracies that have bin had
Aagainſt me, never met I an incounter
By man, or ſpirit that I feard ſo much,
Enter Strangelove.
Str.By what oppreſſion or tiranny (for Law
[P8]I’m
The Court Begger.
I’m ſure could never do’t) is my houſe here
Confiſcated or uſurp’d, and I become your ſlave?
Str.Your ſlave, lay your commands on mee, what
drudgery doe you appoint me to?
Men.Did not your Ladyſhip give way?
Str.To make my houſe a hell?
The noyſe of Bedlem is ſoft Muſick to’t.
Could your Projectorſhip find no houſe elſe
To make a mad man madder in but mine?
And me as mad as he too with the trouble.
Men.I was no principle in’t good Madam.
Exit.
Str.Was it your plot then ſir
Philoſophaſter,
That ſo you might under pretext of reading
Philoſophy to him, to cure his madneſſe
Make your adreſſe to me to proſequte
Your Love-ſuite when I thought I had anſwer’d you,
But if you muſt proceede, o’recome me if you can,
Yet let me warne you to take heede with all
You pull not a diſeaſe unto you, that may
By your ungovern’d haſt poſt into
Your grave: for I ſhall prove a torment to you,
Though you’l take no denyall, take yet a warning.
Ra.I take it to forſake your houſe; and never
More to refort where madneſſe raignes. Did I
Str.Pardon mee vertuous ſir, it is my love to you
that tortures mee into this wild diſtraction. O ſir
Ra.Now vertue guide me. I will ſhun this place
More then I would the Spaniſh Inquiſition.
Str.I ſhall in time be rid of all ſuch Gueſts,
And have the liberty of mine owne houſe
With mine own company, and to mine own ends
[P8v]Where
The Court Begger.
Where are you
Phil? I were but dead if I had not this
wench to foole withall ſometimes.
Enter Phil.
Str.I muſt be a little ſerious with you, ſhut the
Phi.Now am I call’d into correction,
When ſhee is vext and wants the company
Shee likes, then come I into queſtion,
’Tis common among Ladies with their women.
Str.Why that down looke, as if you meant to fetch
An anſwer, or excuſe out of your Apron-ſtrings
Before you are charged or queſtion’d? what new fault
Phi.Doe you read any Madam
Upon my face or lookes? I never was in love
Much with my face, nor ever hated it. But if I thought
It had upon’t, or in it, any treſpaſſe
Againſt your Ladyſhip (my heart being cleare)
Theſe Nayles ſhould
claw it out.
Teare.
Str.Nay be not paſſionate
Phil. I know you cannot
Forget the care I have had of you; nor ſhould you
Diſtruſt me in the promiſes I have made you,
Bearing your ſelfe according to your covenant
Phil,
Of which one Article is to laugh with me.
Ph.Go, you are ſuch a Lady, ha, ha, ha.
Str.Now thou comſt to me wench: hadſt forgot?
Phi.You ſaid you would be ſerious.
(private,
Str.Doſt notthou know my ſeriouſneſſe is to laugh in
And that thou art bound to ſtir that humour in me?
There’s but two things more condition’d in thy ſervice;
To do what I bid thee, and tell me the truth
In all things that I aſke thee.
Phi.I Madam, you had never known that ſame
Q[1]Str.
The Court Begger.
Str.Of the clap thou hadſt i’the Countrey e’re I took
But haſt thou faithfully kept thine own e’re ſince?
(thee,
Phi.Yes moſt ſeverely Madam on your promiſe–
Str.Well we will have a huſband then to ſolder up
I have already made my choyce for you:
Your ſweete-heart
Cit-wit makes moſt ſuite to you,
And has a good Eſtate, and wit enough
Too for a huſband, and a handſome perſon.
Phi.I finde no fault in all that. But he is
So baſe a coward, that he may be ſoone
Beaten out of his wit and money.
Str.But if he ſhould prove valiant!
Phi.If he were valiant now I could ſay ſomething,
But to wait for growing to’t were ſuch a loſſe of time.
Str.What ſay to
Swayn-wit?
Phi.Hee’s the others extreame. I might feare him but
Str.What think you of my ſpeciall favorite Mr.
Court-
Phi.As of a Courtier Madam, that has taſted
So much of all waters, that when he has a fountaine of his
Hee’l be too jealous of it.
(owne
And feard that every man will drink of’s cup
When perhaps none dares touch it, were I it.
Str.What ſay to
Dainty then the curious Limner?
Phi.I am bound from lying. Madam hee’s the man.
Str.Well i’le take thy cauſe in hand wench: But yet
we are not merry. I am inclin’d moſt jovially to mirth
me thinks. Pray
Jove ſome good be towards. Laugh or
i’le pinch you, till you doe.
Phi.Ha, ha, ha, ha, Madam, ha, ha, ha. O the picture
Str.I, come, the Picture drawer.
Phi.O, I love drawing and painting, as no Lady bet-
[Q1v]ter,
The Court Begger.
ter, who for the moſt part are of their occupation that
profeſſe it. And ſhall I tell all Madam?
Str.By all meanes Phil.––now ſhee’s enter’d.
Phil.I hope I am handſome enough too. For I have
heard that Limners or Picture-drawers, doe covet to
have the faireſt and beſt featur’d wives, (or if not wives,
Miſtreſſes) that they can poſſibly purchace, to draw
naked Pictures by, as of
Diana, Venus, Andromeda, Leda,
or the like, either vertuous or laſcivious; whom they
make to ſit or ſtand naked in all the ſeverall poſtures, and
to lie as many wayes to helpe their art in drawing, who
knowes how I may ſet his fancy a worke? and with mo-
deſty enough. We were all naked once, and muſt be ſo
againe. I could ſit for the naked Shepherdeſſe, with
one Leg over the tother Knee, picking the Thorne
out of her Foote moſt neatly, to make the Satyre peepe
Str.Well thou ſhalt have him.
Boy.Miſtris
Philomel.
Within.
Str.Let in the Boy. Now ſir your newes?
Boy.The mad Knights Doctor Madam intreats to
Str.Now ſeekes he my aſſiſtance in his cure.
Boy.And Mr.
Court-wit, and the other Gentlemen are
Str.Goe you and entertaine the Gentlemen, while
I conſult with the Doctor, let him enter.
Enter Doctor.
Now Mr. Doctor! you come to aſke my counſell I
know for your impatient Patient. But let me tell you
firſt, the moſt learned Authors, that I can turne over; as
Dioſcorides, Avicen, Galen, and
Hyppocrates are much
diſcrepant in their opinions concerning the remedies for
Q 2Sir.
The Court Begger.
Str.Therefore I truſt you’l pardon my weakneſſe, if
my opinion jumps not altogether with your judgement.
Doc.Madam, my purpoſe was not–
Str.My purpoſe is to adviſe you though, that, if his
Frenzie proceed from love as you conjecture, that you
adminiſter of the rootes of
Hellebore, deſtill’d together
with
Salt-peter, and the flowers of blind Netles, I’le give
you the proportions, and the quantity is to take.
Doc.Miſtake not me good Madam–
Str.But if his Malady grow out of ambition, and his
over weening hopes of greatneſſe (as I conjecture) then
he may take a top of Cedar, or an Oake-apple is very
ſoveraigne with the ſpirit of Hempſeed.
Do.Madam, I ſeeke no counſell in this caſe, my cun-
Str.To let me know, that that part of my houſe which
I allow you is too little for you.
Str.But you muſt claime poſſeſſion of the reſt,
You are come to warne me out on’t; are you not?
Doc.Miſtake not ſo good Madam.
Str.Or do you call my attendance on his perſon, by
way of a Nurſe-keeper? I can do little ſervice.
Doc.For my part Madam I am ſorry we are made
the trouble of your houſe, and rather wiſh me out on’t
then your favour. But if your Ladyſhip will bee
pleas’d to entertaine with patience the little I have
Stra.Come to it quickly then.
Doc.Firſt, let me tell you Madam, as ’tis manifeſt
You were the cauſe of his diſtraction,
Y’are bound in charity to yeild ſuch meanes
(With ſafety of your honor and eſtate)
As you may render for his reſtoration
VVhich of all the earthly meanes depends on you
[Q2v]If
The Court Begger.
If I know any thing in my profeſſion.
Str.Come to the point, you’ld have me viſit him.
Doc.True Madam: for a ſight of you, ſhall more
Allure his reaſon to him, then all medicine
Str.By your favour ſir, you ſay
Saving my honor and eſtate I am bound,
But may I with the ſafety of my Life,
And limbes, and a whole ſkin dare venture.
Str.You might more ſafely lay
Lives of a hundred Patients.
Now ſhall he ſee you, but at moſt ſecure
Str.Come for once i’le truſt you.
Exit.
Enter Swayn-wit, and Cit-wit.
Sw.Come out into the Garden here; and let them
talke within, I ſay he ſhall talke with her; and his belly
full, and doe with her too, her belly full, for all thou:
an honeſt diſcreet Gentleman, and thou a coward and a
cockſcombe. Beſides he has an art and quality to live
upon, and maintaine her Lady-like, when all thy money
may be gone. And yet thou prat’ſt o’ thy two thouſand
pound at uſe, when thou and thy money too are but an
Cit.Well, you may ſpeake your pleaſure. This is no
Sw.I’le make thee fight, or promiſe to fight with me, or
ſomebody elſe before we part, or cut thee into pieces.
Enter Court-wit.
Cou.But tell me ſeriouſly doſt thou love my Ladies
woman ſo well as to marry her, and ſuffer the Picture-
drawer now to court her privately, and perhaps to draw
Q 3Cit.
The Court Begger.
Cit.Why he here will have it ſo you ſee, and pull’d
Sw.It is to doe a cure upon thee, coward.
Cit.Coward! piſh! a common Name to men in buffe
and feather. I ſcorne to anſwer to’t.
Sw.Why doſt thou weare a Sword? only to hurt
mens feet that kick thee?
Cou.Nay you are too ſevere.
Sw.Pray hold your peace. I’le jowle your heads to-
gether, and ſo beat ton with tother elſe. Why doſt thou
Cit.To fight when I ſee cauſe.
Cou.Now he ſayes ſomething, yet, and may be curable.
Sw.What is a cauſe to fight for?
Cit.I am not to tell you that ſir. It muſt be found out
and given me before I ought to take notice.
Cou.You may ſafely ſay for Religion, King or
Sw.Darſt thou fight for Religion? ſay.
Cit.Who that has any Religion will fight I ſay?
Sw.I ſay thou haſt none. Speake, haſt thou any?
Cit.Truly, in this wavering world I know not how to
Sw.La you. Hee’l ſay he has no King neither, rather
Cou.Why if he will not fight for him he is no Subject,
Cit.I thanke you ſir, I would ha’ ſaid ſo.
Sw.O thou wouldſt make a ſpeciall Souldier now!
Cit.Well ſir, all are not choyce doggs that run, ſome
are taken in to make up the cry.
Sw.And for thy Countrey, I dare ſweare thou wouldſt
rather run it then fight for’t.
Cit.Run my Countrey I cannot, for I was borne i’the
City. I am no clown to run my Countrey.
[Q3v]Sw.
The Court Begger.
Sw.Darſt thou tell me of clowns thou cockney chick-
Cit.Forbeare good ſir, there are countrey Gentlemen
as well as clownes, and for the rank I honour you.
Sw.Sirrah you lie, ſtrrike me for that now; or I will
Cou.Up to him man: wilt thou ſuffer all?
Cit.I thinke I doe, I thinke I doe, and why ſhould I
maintaine an evill cauſe?
Sw.The wench thou lov’ſt and doateſt on is a whore.
Cit.Sir, if ſhe be ’tis not my fault, nor hers: ſomebody
elſe made her ſo then I warrant you. But ſhould another
Cit.I would ſay as much to him as to you. Nor in-
deed is any mans report of that a ſufficient cauſe to pro-
voke mee unleſſe ſhee her ſelfe confeſſ’d it, and then it
Sw.Here’s a true City wit now.
Cit.I ſhould have wit ſir, and am acounted a wit
within the walls, I am ſure my Father was Maſter of
his company, and of the wiſeſt company too i’the city.
Cit.The Salters ſir. For
ſal ſapit omnia you know.
Sw.Your Father was a cuckold tho’, and you the Son
Cou.Fight now or you’l die infamous, was your Mo-
Sw.Deny’t and darſt, ſay, was ſhe not?
Cit.Comparatively ſhee might be in reſpect of ſome
holy woman, the Lady
Ramſey, Miſtris Katherine Stubbs
and ſuch, ha, ha. Is that a cauſe?
Cou.What! not to ſay your Mother was a whore?
Q 4Cit.
The Court Begger.
Cit.He may ſay his pleaſure, It hurts her not: ſhee is
dead and gone. Beſides, at the beſt ſhee was but a wo-
man, and at the worſt ſhee might have her frailties
like other women. And is that a cauſe for mee to
fight for the dead, when wee are forbidden to pray
Cou.But were your Mother living now, what would
Cit.Why, I would civilly aſk her if ſhe were a whore?
If ſhe confeſs’d it, then he were in the right, and I ought
not to fight againſt him: for my cauſe were naught. If
ſhe deny’d it, then he were in an error, and his cauſe were
naught, and I would not fight, ’twere better he ſhould
live to repent his errour.
Sw.Nay, now if I do not kill thee let me be hang’d
Cit.Hold I am unprepar’d.
Sw.I care not–unleſſe thou ſweare preſently, and
without all equivocation upon this ſword–
Cit.Scabberd and all I pray ſir, The cover of the book
is allowd in courts to ſwear upon.
Sw.Well ſir, now you ſhall ſwſeare to challenge the
next that wrongs you.
ſheathes it.
Cit.Yes, if the wrong give me ſufficient cauſe.
Cou.Cauſe agen! ſuppoſe that fellow within ſhould
take your wench from you? which very likely he has done
already: for I left ’em cloſe on a couch together Kiſſing
Cit.Gi’ me the booke, i’le have her from him, or him
from her if he be without her belly, or Kill him if he be
Sw.Tis well a cauſe may be found at laſt tho’.
Cou.I like a man, whom neither Lie, Kick, Battoune,
ſcandall, Friends, or Parents, the wrongs of Countrey,
King or Religion can move, that will, yet, fight for his
[Q4v]wench.
The Court Begger.
wench. Thou wilt be oneof the ſtiffe blades o’ the time
Sw.A wench is a moving cauſe:
Unſeen
Str.Helpe, helpe, here helpe–ha–
Above.
Sw.Why doſt not draw and run in upon ’em?
Cit.After you I will ſir.
Sw.A pox upon thee art thou down agen?
Cit.No ſir, I am drawn you ſee.
Str.Help, help, a rape, a rape, murder, help!
(Draw all
Enter Dainty (his ſword drawne) and Philomel.
Cou.What’s the matter
Phil?
Sw.Was it not you that caus’d it ſir?
Cit.Was it not you that cry’d?
Str.Is there helpe, helpe, helpe?
Above.
Phi.O tis my Lady in the Madmans chamber. Is her
Phi.Here, here the dore’s made faſt.
(Exe. omnes
Sw.I’le breake it open.
(Pret. Cit. his ſword drawn.
Doc.Help here, help the Lady; help the Lady.
(Doctor
Cit.We are a comming, you ſhall have help
(looks out
I warrant, what’s the matter? you ſhallnot lack
(Floriſh
Fer.Away
Meduſa. Hence, thou haſt tranſformd
me. Stone, ſtone, I am all ſtone. Bring morter and make
a bul-wark of me.
Above unſeen
Cit.O that’s the Mad-man! How madly he talkes!
Cit.Stones to make a bul-warke quoth a! If he had
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The Court Begger.
but to make a brace of Demy-culvering bullets, they
Fer.Hold me not down, but reare me up, and make me
Enter Strangelove, Swain-wit, Court-wit,
Dainty, Phil.
Str.Was ever ſuch a practice?
Cou.A meere accident of madneſſe.
Str.I ſay it was a practiſe in the Doctor.
Dai.Yet he calld out for help.
Str.You had broke up the dore firſt. That was but to
Sw.A new way, and a very learned one I promiſe
you; to cure madneſſe with a plaiſter of warme Lady-
Cit.He would ha’had a mad bout with my Lady it
ſeemes. He would ha’ vented his madnes into her. And
ſhe could ha’ drawn better then the Leaches.
Cou.If you believe this Madam, tho’ ſir
Ferdinand be
by his madneſſe excuſable in the attempt, you ought to
be reveng’d upon the Doctor.
Sw.Let’s cut him into pieces Madam.
Str.I’le think upon ſome way to make him a dread-
full example to all the
Pandarean Doctors i’the Towne.
Come in Gentlemen, and helpe mee with your ad-
Cit.You ſhall want no adviſe Madam. No ſtrength,
Let’s goe ſir.
(He ſnatcheth Phil. from Dainty, who
Ph.What mean you Mr.
Cit-wit?(took her by the arm.
Cit.I have ſworne. Therefore I ſay no more, but I
have ſworne.
Exeunt Omnes.
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