Part 28

DOCTOR. Twas very ill done, then; You should observe her ev’ry way.

WOOER. Alas, I have no voice, Sir, to confirme her that way.

DOCTOR. That’s all one, if yee make a noyse; If she intreate againe, doe any thing,— Lye with her, if she aske you.

IAILOR. Hoa, there, Doctor!

DOCTOR. Yes, in the waie of cure.

IAILOR. But first, by your leave, I’th way of honestie.

DOCTOR. That’s but a nicenesse, Nev’r cast your child away for honestie; Cure her first this way, then if shee will be honest, She has the path before her.

IAILOR. Thanke yee, Doctor.

DOCTOR. Pray, bring her in, And let’s see how shee is.

IAILOR. I will, and tell her Her Palamon staies for her: But, Doctor, Me thinkes you are i’th wrong still. [Exit Iaylor.]

DOCTOR. Goe, goe: You Fathers are fine Fooles: her honesty? And we should give her physicke till we finde that—

WOOER. Why, doe you thinke she is not honest, Sir?

DOCTOR. How old is she?

WOOER. She’s eighteene.

DOCTOR. She may be, But that’s all one; tis nothing to our purpose. What ere her Father saies, if you perceave Her moode inclining that way that I spoke of, Videlicet, the way of flesh—you have me?

WOOER. Yet, very well, Sir.

DOCTOR. Please her appetite, And doe it home; it cures her, ipso facto, The mellencholly humour that infects her.

WOOER. I am of your minde, Doctor.

DOCTOR. You’l finde it so; she comes, pray humour her.

IAILOR. Come, your Love Palamon staies for you, childe, And has done this long houre, to visite you.

DAUGHTER. I thanke him for his gentle patience; He’s a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him. Did you nev’r see the horse he gave me?

IAILOR. Yes.

DAUGHTER. How doe you like him?

IAILOR. He’s a very faire one.

DAUGHTER. You never saw him dance?

IAILOR. No.

DAUGHTER. I have often. He daunces very finely, very comely, And for a Iigge, come cut and long taile to him, He turnes ye like a Top.

IAILOR. That’s fine, indeede.