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Scæna Tertia.
Enter Leonardo with a Surgeon.Leon.
Upon your art Sir, and your faith to assist it
Shal I beleeve you then his wounds not mortal?
Surg.
Sir 'tis not worth your question; lesse your fear.
Leon.
You do restore me Sir, I pray you accept
This smal remembrance of a fathers thanks
For so assur'd a benefit.
Surg.
Excuse me.
Leon.
Sir I can spare it, and must not beleeve
But that your fortune may receive't, except
You'ld ha'me think you live not by your practise.
Surg.
I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.
Leon.
I crave your love and friendship, and require
As I have made now, both my self and businesse
A portion of your care, you wil but bring me
Under the person of a call'd assistant
To his next opening, where I may but see him,
And utter a few words to him in private,
And you will merit me; For I am loth
Since here I have not to appear my self,
Or to be known unto the Governor,
Or make a tumult of my purpose.
Surg.
Neither
I hope wil be your need Sir; I shal bring you
Both there, and off again without the hazard.
Exeunt.
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