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Exit. Qua. Enter Ioylesse, Diana.
Now Master Ioylesse, doe you note the progresse
And the faire issue likely to insue
In your sons cure? observe the Doctors art.
First, he has shifted your sonnes knowne disease
Of madnesse into folly; and has wrought him
As farre short of a competent reason, as
He was of late beyond it, as a man
Infected by some fowle disease is drawne
By physicke into an Anatomy,
Before flesh fit for health can grow to reare him,
So is a mad-man made a foole, before
Art can take hold of him to wind him up
Into his proper Center, or the Medium
From which he flew beyond himselfe. The Doctor
Assures me now, by what he has collected
As well from learned authors as his practise,
That his much troubled and confused braine
Will by the reall knowledge of a woman,
Now opportunely tane, be by degrees
Setled and rectified, with the helpes beside
Of rest and dyet, which he'le administer.
Dia.
And the faire issue likely to insue
In your sons cure? observe the Doctors art.
First, he has shifted your sonnes knowne disease
Of madnesse into folly; and has wrought him
As farre short of a competent reason, as
He was of late beyond it, as a man
Infected by some fowle disease is drawne
By physicke into an Anatomy,
Before flesh fit for health can grow to reare him,
So is a mad-man made a foole, before
Into his proper Center, or the Medium
From which he flew beyond himselfe. The Doctor
Assures me now, by what he has collected
As well from learned authors as his practise,
That his much troubled and confused braine
Will by the reall knowledge of a woman,
Now opportunely tane, be by degrees
Setled and rectified, with the helpes beside
Of rest and dyet, which he'le administer.
But tis the reall knowledge of the woman
(Carnall I think you meane) that carries it.
Let.
Right, right.
Dia.
Nay right or wrong, I could even wish
If he were not my husbands son, the Doctor
Had made my selfe his Recipe, to be the meanes
Of such a Cure.
Ioy.
How, how?
Dia.
Perhaps that course might cure your madnes too,
Of jealousy, and set all right on all sides.
Sure, if I could but make him such a foole,
He would forgo his madnes, and be brought
To christian Sence againe.
Ioy.
Heaven grant me patience,
And send us to my Country home againe.
Dia.
Besides, the yong mans wife's as mad as he,
What wise worke will they make!
Let.
The better, fear't not,
Bab Blaze shall give her Counsel; and the youth
Will give her royall satisfaction,
Now, in this Kingly humour, I have a way
To cure your husbands jealousy my selfe.
Dia.
Then I am friends again: Even now I was not
When you sneapt me my Lord.
Let.
That you must pardon:
Come Mr. Ioylesse. The new married paire
Are towards bed by this time, we'le not trouble them
But keep a house-side to our selfes. Your lodging
Is decently appointed.
Ioy.
Sure your Lordship
Meanes not to make your house our prison.
Let.
By
See sir, the Keyes are in my hand. Y'are up,
As I am true Letoy. Consider, Sir,
The strict necessity that tyes you to't,
As you expect a cure upon your sonne—
Come Lady, see your Chamber.
Dia.
I doe waite
Upon your Lordship.
Ioy.
I both wait, and watch,
Never was man so master'd by his match.
Ex. omn.
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