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Scæna Secunda.
Enter Doctor, Jaylor, and Wooer, in habit of PalamonDoct.
Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her?
Woo.
Oh very much; the Maids that kept her company
Have half perswaded her that I am Palamon; within this
Half hour she came smiling to me, and ask'd me what I
Would eat, and when I would kiss her: I told her,
Presently, and kist her twice.
Doct.
'Twas well done; twenty times had been far better,
For there the cure lies mainly.
Woo.
Then she told me
She would watch with me to night, for well she knew
What hour my fit would take me.
Doct.
Let her do so,
And when your sit comes, sit her home,
And presently.
Wooer.
She would have me sing.
Doct.
You did so?
Woo.
No.
Doct.
'Twas very ill done then,
You should observe her ev'ry way.
Woo.
Alas
I have no voice Sir, to confirm her that way.
Doct.
That's all one, if ye make a noise,
If she intreat again, do any thing,
Lie with her if she ask you.
Jail.
Hoa there Doctor.
Doct.
Yes, in the way of cure.
Jail.
But first, by your leave
I'th' way of honesty.
Doct.
That's but a niceness,
Nev'r cast your child away for honesty;
Cure her first this way, then if she will be honest,
She has the path before her.
Jail.
Thank ye Doctor.
Doct.
Pray bring her in
And let's see how she is.
Jail.
I will, and tell her
Her Palamon staies for her: but Doctor,
Methinks you are i'th' wrong still.
Exit Jaylor.
Doct.
Goe, goe: you Fathers are fine fools: her honesty?
And we should give her physick till we find that:
Woo.
Why, do you think she is not honest, Sir?
Doct.
How old is she?
Woo.
She's eighteen.
Doct.
She may be,
But that's all one, 'tis nothing to our purpose,
What ev'r her father saies, if you perceive
Her Mood inclining that way that I spoke of.
Videlicet, The way of flesh, you have me.
Woo.
Yes very well Sir.
Doct.
Please her appetite
And do it home, it cures her ipso facto,
The melancholly humor that infects her.
Woo.
I am of your mind, Doctor.
Enter Jailor, Daughter, Maid.
Doct.
You'll find it so; she comes, pray honor her.
Jail.
Come, your Love Palamon stays for you child,
And has done this long hour, to visit you
Daugh.
I thank him for his gentle patience,
He's a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him,
Did you never see the horse he gave me?
Jail.
Yes.
Daugh.
How do you like him?
Jail.
He's a very fair one
Daugh.
You never saw him dance?
Jail.
No.
Daugh.
I have often,
He dances very finely, very comely,
And for a Jigg, come cut and long tail to him,
He turns ye like a Top.
Jail.
That's fine indeed.
Daugh.
He'll dance the Morris twenty mile an hour.
And that will sounder the best hobby-horse
(If I have any skill) in all the parish,
And gallops to the turn of Light a'love,
What think you of this horse?
Jail.
Having these virtues
I think he might be brought to play at Tennis.
Daugh.
Alas that's nothing.
Jail.
Can he write and read too?
Daugh.
A very fair hand, and casts himself th'accounts
Of all his Hay and Provender: that Hostler
Must rise betime that cozens him; you know
The Chesnut Mare the Duke has?
Jail.
Very well.
Daugh.
She is horribly in love with him, poor beast,
But he is like his Master, coy and scornful.
Jail.
What Dowry has she?
Daugh.
Some two hundred Bottles,
And twenty strike of Oats; but he'll ne'er have her;
He lisps, in's neighing, able to entice
A Millers Mare,
He'll be the death of her,
Doct.
What stuff she utters?
Jail.
Make curt'sie, here your love comes.
Woo.
Pretty soul
How doe ye? that's a fine Maid, there's a curt'sie.
Daugh.
Yours to command i'th' way of honesty;
How far is't now to th'end o'th' world my Masters?
Doct.
Why a days journey wench.
Daugh.
Will you go with me?
Woo.
What shall we do there wench?
Daugh.
Why play at Stool-ball.
What is there else to do?
Woo.
I am content
If we shall keep our wedding there
Daugh.
'Tis true
For there I will assure you, we shall find
Some blind Priest for the purpose, that will venture
To marry us, for here they are nice and foolish;
Besides, my Father must be hang'd to morrow
And that would be a blot i'th' business
Are not you Palamon?
Woo.
Do not you know me?
Daugh.
Yes, but you care not for me; I have nothing
But this poor Petticoat, and two course Smocks.
Woo.
That's all one, I will have you.
Daugh.
Will you surely?
Woo.
Yes, by this fair hand will I.
Daugh.
We'll to bed then.
Woo.
Ev'n when you will.
Daugh.
Oh Sir, you would sain he nibling.
Woo.
Why do you rub my kiss off?
Daugh.
'Tis a sweet one,
And will perfume me finely against the wedding.
Is not this your Cosin Arcite?
Doct.
Yes Sweet heart,
And I am glad my Cosin Palamon
Has made so fair a choice.
Daugh.
Do you think he'll have me?
Doct.
Yes without doubt.
Daugh.
Do you think so too?
Jail.
Yes.
Daugh.
We shall have many children: Lord, how y'are
My Palamon I hope will grow too finely
Now he's at liberty: alas poor Chicken,
He was kept down with hard Meat, and ill Lodging,
But I'll kiss him up again.
447
Mess.
What do you here? you'll lose the noblest sight,
That e'er was see.
Jail.
Are they i'th' field?
Mess.
They are
You bear a charge there too.
Jail.
I'll away straight
I must ev'n leave you here.
Doct.
Nay, we'll goe with you,
I will not loose the Fight.
Jail.
How did you like her?
Doct.
I'll warrant you within these three or four days
I'll make her right again. You must not from her
But still preserve her in this way.
Woo.
I will.
Doct.
Let's get her in.
Woo.
Come Sweet, we'll go to dinner
And then we'll play at Cards.
Daugh.
And shall wo kiss too?
Woo.
A hundred times.
Daugh.
And twenty.
Woo.
I, and twenty.
Daugh.
And then we'll sleep together.
Doct.
Take her offer.
Woo.
Yes marry will we.
Daugh.
But you shall not hurt me.
Woo.
I will not Sweet.
Daugh.
If you do (Love) I'll cry.
Florish Exeunt.
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