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Scena I.

Entet Desperato in a Physitians habit.
Desp.
Whatever chang succeed, still wretchednesse
My old inseparable mate hangs on.
Therefore I seem ridiculous; my grief
Is others mirth; Malevolo sayes I'm acted.
Henceforth Ile finde new Company: since Fate
Barrs me from others happinesse, Ile spread
My misery to others; and Ile thrive
Meerely in spite, to make men miserable.
This is my humour; 'tis begun already.
The Gold I took from Timerous, if question'd,
I can defend; I took it in my humour;
And that's good law; I took it in a humour


Most desperatly bent; and it hath made me
Such as men see, an able man for mischeif;
Clad me in th' outside of a mystery,
Furnish'd my shelves with Pots, with Boxes, Names,
Slight Medicines, and strong Poysons. Time hath been,
When I in War serv'd Death a Prentiship;
There learn'd to open Veynes, to lance and kill;
Now I am free o'th Trade; a Soldier then,
Physitian now; Ile do the selfe same work,
But now more Artificially.—