But I, who see all by the Glowormes light, That creeps before. Pol. I knew the Gentlewoman; 15 Alderman Parrots Widow, a fine Speaker, As any was i' the Clothing, or the Bevy; She did become her scarlet, and black Velvet, Her greene, and purple-. Rut. Save thy colours, Rainebow, Or she will run thee over, and all thy lights. Pol. She dwelt in Doo-little Lane, a top o' the hill there; I' the round Cage, was after Sir Chime Squirrell's. 20 Rut. Would thou had'st a dose of pilles, a double dose, O' the best purge, to make thee turne tale, tother way. 25 Pol. You are a foule mouth'd, purging, absurd Doctor; I tell you true, and I did long to tell it you. You ha' spread a scandall i' my Ladies house here, On her sweet Neice, you never can take off With all your purges, or your plaister of Oathes; Though you distill your Dam-me, drop by drop, I' your defence. That she hath had a Child, Here she doth spit upon thee, and defie thee; Or I do't for her. Rut. Madam, pray you bind her Or fend her unto Bet'lem. Pol. Goe thou thither, That walkes, and talkes in his sleepe. Rut. Where is he? gone? You ha' loft a fortune liftning to her, to her Tabour. 15 before. [Exeunt Needle, Chair, Keep, and Placentia. G 42 You ha' lost a fortune, list'ning to her tabor. W, f 42 [Aside 30 35 40 to sir Moth. G Good Madam lock her up. Lad. You must give loofers Their leave to speake, good Doctor. footing Rut. Follow his 45 Before he get to his bed: This reft is loft else. 5 ΙΟ 15 Act V. Scene VI. Compalle. Practife. Ironfide. Polish. Lady. Com. Where is my wife? what ha' you done with my wife, Gossip o' the Counfels. Pol. I, fweet Mr. Compasse? I honour you, and your wife. Com. Well, doe so still. I will not call you Mother tho', but Polish. Good Gollip Polish, where ha’ you hid my wife? Pol. I hide your wife? Com. Or fhe's run away. Lad. That would make all suspected, Sir, a fresh. Come we will find her, if she be i' the house. Pol. Why should I hide your wife, good Mr. Com palle? Com. I know no cause, but that you are goo'dy Polish, That's good at malice; good at mischiefe; all That can perplexe, or trouble a busines, throughly. Pol. You may say what you will: yo' are Mr. Com palle, And carry a large fweep, Sir, i' your Circle. Lad. Ile sweep all corners, Gossip, to spring this. 45 [Exeunt Rut and sir Moth. G Compass, Practice, and Ironside. G Act... Lady.] Enter 20 [Exeunt. G Act V. Scene VII. Rut. Intereft. Item. Needle. Rut. 'Tis such a Fly, this Gossip, with her buz, Int. A bufie woman, is a fearefull grievance ! 5 Till being got up, and then distilling downe Vpo' the braine; they have a pricking quality 10 That breeds this restlesse rest, which we, the sonnes Of Physick, call a walking in the sleepe, And telling mysteries, that must be heard. Softly, with art, as we were sowing pillowes Into a phrensie, run into the Woods, Where there are Noises, huntings, fhoutings, hallowings, Fall into waters: Scratch their flesh: Sometimes Drop downe a praecipice, and there be loft. 15 20 How now! what does her? Ite. He is up againe, And 'gins to talke. Int. O' the former matter, Item? Enter Item. Ite. The treasure, and the Lady: That's his argument. Int. O mee, happy man! he cannot off it. I shall know all then. Rut. With what appetite Heare you Tim? Ite. Sir Diaphanous, Our owne desires delude us! 25 To kisse his Neices hands, and gratulate 30 The firme recovery of her good fame, And honour- Int. Good, fay to 'hem, Mr. Item, My Neice is on my Ladies fide: they'll find her there. I pray to be but spar'd for halfe an houre: Ile fee 'hem presently. Rut. Doe, put 'hem off, Tim. 35 And tell 'hem the importance of the busines. Here, he is come! footh; and have all out of him. Nee. How doe you Lady-bird? so hard at worke, still? What's that you say? Doe you bid me walke, sweet Bird? And tell our Knight? I will. How? walke knave, walke? 4o I thinke y' are angry with me Pol. Fine Pol! Almond for Parrat; Parrat's a brave bird: 45 O'bounteous Bird! Int. And me, most happy creature. Rut. Smother your joy. Nee. How? and drop'd twice fo many Int. Ha! where? Rut. Containe your felfe. Nee. I'the old Well? Int. I cannot, I am a man of flesh, and blood: Rut. Hee's gone. Nee. I will goe try the truth of it. bring you A'llay of it now. Int. Ile fay hee's a rare fellow : 36 Enter Needle, talking as in his sleep. G 53 does; [Exit Item.] G 52 [Exit. G And has a rare disease. Rut. And I will worke How, good Doctor? As rare a cure upon him. Int. Rut. When he hath utter'd all, that you would know of him; Ile clense him with a pill (as fmall as a pease) And stop his mouth: for there his issue lies, 55 Betweene the Muscles o' the tongue. Int. Hee's come. 60 Rut. What did he, Item? Ite. The first step he stept Into the Garden, he pull'd these five peices Vp, in a fingers bredth one of another. The durt sticks on 'hem still. Int. I know enough. Doctor, proceed with your Cure, Ile make thee famous, 65 Famous among the sonnes of the Physicians, Machaon, Podalirius, Efculapius. Thou shalt have a golden beard, as well as he had; A livery beard. And all thy 'Pothecaries Ite. Hee's prick'd away, now he has done the worke. To turne the furface o' the Gaiden up. Rut. In mould? bruise every clod? Int. And have all fifted; For Ile not loose a peice o' the Birds bounty, I would goe downe into the Well- Int. My felfe; Rut. 'Twill purchase the whole Bench of Aldermanity, 70 75 80 85 60 tongue.] Re-enter Item. G 73 [Exit Item. G |