Scaena 2. (A darkened Room in the Prison.)

[Enter Doctor, Iaylor and Wooer, in habite of Palamon.]

DOCTOR.

Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her?

WOOER.

O very much; The maids that kept her company Have halfe perswaded her that I am Palamon; Within this halfe houre she came smiling to me, And asked me what I would eate, and when I would kisse her: I told her presently, and kist her twice.

DOCTOR.

Twas well done; twentie times had bin far better, For there the cure lies mainely.

WOOER.

Then she told me She would watch with me to night, for well she knew What houre my fit would take me.

DOCTOR.

Let her doe so, And when your fit comes, fit her home, And presently.

WOOER.

She would have me sing.

DOCTOR.

You did so?

WOOER.

No.

DOCTOR.

Twas very ill done, then; You should observe her ev'ry way.

WOOER.

Alas, I have no voice, Sir, to confirme her that way.

DOCTOR.

That's all one, if yee make a noyse; If she intreate againe, doe any thing,-- Lye with her, if she aske you.

IAILOR.

Hoa, there, Doctor!

DOCTOR.

Yes, in the waie of cure.

IAILOR.

But first, by your leave, I'th way of honestie.

DOCTOR.

That's but a nicenesse, Nev'r cast your child away for honestie; Cure her first this way, then if shee will be honest, She has the path before her.

IAILOR.

Thanke yee, Doctor.

DOCTOR.

Pray, bring her in, And let's see how shee is.

IAILOR.

I will, and tell her Her Palamon staies for her: But, Doctor, Me thinkes you are i'th wrong still. [Exit Iaylor.]

DOCTOR.

Goe, goe: You Fathers are fine Fooles: her honesty?

And we should give her physicke till we finde that--

WOOER.

Why, doe you thinke she is not honest, Sir?

DOCTOR.

How old is she?

WOOER.

She's eighteene.

DOCTOR.

She may be, But that's all one; tis nothing to our purpose.

What ere her Father saies, if you perceave Her moode inclining that way that I spoke of, Videlicet, the way of flesh--you have me?

WOOER.