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SCEN: IV.

Bentivoglio. Alphonso. Grutti. Cassio. Violetta. Florinda.
Bent:

—Hold up, hold up Sir, the Ladies are comming this
way,—for shame,—God's mee, they'r here; why do'e
tremble so Sir?

Alph:

A violent fit o'th ague; oh! oh! oh! have mee to bed
gently, gently, or I shall scatter all my limbes;

Bent:

Discredited for ever (here take this staffe Sir)—have
I boasted your strength to them?—fortifi'd you forth' incounter,
and you faile me thus?—undone, undone!

Alph:

Oh! oh! oh! for halfe a dozen of night caps.

Bent:

Here Sir, on with 'em; they'r some what durty, they'll
keepe you the warmer;—now shall I be call'd Mountebanke;
Quackesalver, Pispot-peeper: and all the ugly mangy names
can be invented.—come in, come in.—

Grut:

'Twill be a Scene of modest mirth, Ladies.

Cass.

The Physitian has cool'd him.

Bent:

Why Sir, you won't disgrace mee? go towards 'em.

Alph:

Some fire, some fire;—cold, cold, cold, cold.

Bent.

Here, here, on with my gowne:—this cap, so, so.

Grut:

Ladies, we'le take leave to be bold here, to vexe him.

Viol:

How do'e my Lord?

Flor.

We are come here to awart your pleasure.

Cass.

The very thought on't has cast him into a cold sweat.

Alph:

Oh! oh!

Cass:

Now for fifty virgins.

Grut.

A monopoly of women.

Bent.

Hey, for a wench, for a wench, to bumfiddle now;
Ah! ha!

Alph.

Oh! ho! oh!

Bent.

Do'e remember you'd play the foole in my gowne,
and cap excellently.

Grut.
Well said Doctour.

Cass.
To him Doctour.

Bent.
Then a noyse of Musitians would do rarely.

Cass:
Looke he's nodding.

Viol:
My Lord you intend no abuse to us?

Flor:
Make us hazzard our credits for nothing?

Alph.
More clothes;—why hoe there, on my feete I say.

Grut.
He's dreaming.

Bent.
Fast, fast a sleepe, so, so, this charme last's till
Midnight, and then hee wakes.

Grut:
'Twill be good sport to see him then—

Bent.

Dance up and downe the Court like the ghost of old
Hippocrates.

Viol.

You must not expose him to the publike view.

Cass.

Mr Doctour you're sufficiently reveng'd, this is enough
for you to boast on when you come i'th University.

Bent.

This, and the rare cures I've done upon you two shall
be my theame.—Good night.—Ladies I'me your servant.
—My doughty placket-hunter lye thee there, and e'ne awake
when thy stomacke serves thee; to morrow morning I'me for
Padua.—

Exeunt.