_Un_. She is still loth to confesse it. _Enter Sir Francis, Lady, Courtwell, Sister, Captaine_. _Fra_. If you have charity a bone setter. _La_. He does counterfeit rarely.--Wheres Sir _Richard_? _Fra_. He rid before, but I sent my footman to tell him this misfortune. Oh, Madam! _La_.--This is better then the toothack; he carries it excellently. _Fra_. Aske me no torturing questions; I desire, Madam, a little conference with you. Ile thanke the rest if they withdraw: oh! [_Cou_.[278]] Letts leave him. _Un_. Wee'le to my chamber, captaine. _Cap_. You have a mind to examine the business privatly? _Do_. No, good Captaine, you may be present. _Cou_. Come, _Thomas_, thou shat be witnes, too. [_Ext. all but Sir Francis and Lady_. _La_. They are gone; they feigne most artificially, Let me embrace you. _Fra_. Oh, take heed. _La_. What's the matter? _Fra_. Tis no dissembling,--Madam; I have had A fall indeed, a dreadfull fall; I feele it. I thinke my horse saw the Divell in some hedge: Ere I had rid three furlongs, gave a start, Pitcht me of ons back like a barr and broke A flint with my shoulder, I thinke, which strooke fire too; There was something like it in my eyes, Ime punish'd. _La_. But is this serious? are you hurt indeed? _Fra_. Hurt? I ha broke my shoulder feelingly, And I am of opinion when I doe Enjoy you, Madam, I shall breake my neck; That will be next. Ile take this for a warning And will leave of in tyme. _La_. This makes me tremble. _Fra_. I will be honest now; and so forgive me. Not the Surgeon come yet? _La_. Heaven hath cur'd us both. _Fra_. I am not cured yet. Oh for the bone setter! If ere I counterfeit agen. _La_. There is a blessing falne upon my blood. Your only charme had power to make my thoughts Wicked, and your conversion disinchants me; May both our lives be such as heaven may not Grieve to have shew'd this bounty. _Enter Courtwell_. _Cou_. Sir _Richard_, Madam. _La_. You may enter now, sir. _Enter the rest and Sir Richard_. _Ri_. I do not like this stratageme; Sir _Francis_ Must not heere practise his Court tricks; I wo'not _Enter Surgeon_. Trust my wives surgerie. Hee's come.--How ist, Noble Sir _Francis_? Best withdraw; ile see Him drest my selfe. [_They lead out Sir Francis_. _Enter Underwit, Dorothy, Captaine, Thomas_. _Un_. Madam and gentlemen, Mistris _Dorothy_ wo'not acknowledge she is a knight's daughter; she sweares she knows no _Littleland_. _Do_. Till it appeare to whom this gemme was meant, Deare Madame, be you treasurer. I confesse I have wealth enough in such a noble husband. _La_. It shall belong to thee; be honest, _Dorothy_, And use him well. _Do_. With my best study, Madam. _La_. Where is the footman you talke of? _Tho_. He pretended Letters to carry two mile of to a kinsman of his Masters, and returne presently. He dranke three or fower beere glasses of sack, and he ran away so lightlie. _Do_. His reward shall overtake him.