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Scæna quarta.
Enter Norandine, and Doctor.Nor.
Doctor, I will see the Combat, that's the truth on't
If I had never a Legge, I would crawle to see it.
Doct.
You are most unfit, if I might councell ye,
Your wounds so many, and the ayre—
Nor.
The Halter;
The ayres as good an ayre, as fine an ayre;
Would'st thou have me live in an oven?
Doct.
Beside the noyse, Sir:
Which to a tender body.
Nor.
That's it, Doctor,
My body must be cur'd withall: if you'll heale me quickly,
Boyle a Drum-head in my broth: I never prosper,
With knuckles o' veale, and birds in sorrell sops,
Cawdles, and Cullysses; they wash me away
Like a horse had eaten grains: if thou wilt cure me
A pickled herring, and a pottle of Sack, Doctor,
And halfe a dozen trumpets.
Doct.
Ye are a strange Gentleman,
Nor.
As ere thou knew'st: wilt thou give me an other glister
That I may sit cleanly there, like a french Lady,
When she goes to a Mask at Court? where's thy hoboy?
Doct.
I am glad ye are growne so merry.
Enter Astor: & Castr.
Nor.
Welcome Gentlemen.
Ast.
We come to see you sir; and glad we are
To see you thus, thus forward to your health, sir.
Nor.
I thank my Doctor here.
Doct.
Nay, thanke your selfe sir,
For by my troth, I know not how he's cur'd,
He nev'r observes any of our prescriptions.
Nor.
Give me my money again then, good sweet Doctor,
Wilt thou have twenty shillings a day for vexing me.
80
That shall not serve ye sir;
Drums a far off,
Nor.
Then forty shall sir,
A low March.
And that will make ye speake well: harke the Drums.
Cast.
They begin to beat to th'field: O noble Dane,
Never was such a stake, I hope of innocence
Plaid for in Malta and in blood before.
Ast.
It makes us hang our heads all.
Nor.
A bold villaine:
If there be treason in it: accuse poore Ladies?
And yet they may do mischief to: i'le be with ye:
If she be innocent, I shall finde it quickly,
And something then i'le say.
Ast.
Come, leane on us, sir,
Nor.
I thank ye Gentlemen: and domine Doctor,
Pray bring a little sneezing powder in your Pocket,
For feare I sound when I see blood.
Doct.
You are pleasant.
Exeunt.
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