CAR. 'Tis dead, indeed! how did you know 'twas so, nurse? NURSE. What, sir? CAR. That my heart was dead: sure, thou hast serv'd Dame Nature's self, and know'st the inward secrets Of all our hidden powers: I'll love thee for't; And, if thou wilt teach me that unknown skill, Shalt see what wonders Carracus will do: I'll dive into the breast of hateful Albert, And see how his black soul is round encompass'd By fearful fiends. O, I would do strange things! I'd know to whose cause lawyers will incline When they have[383] fees on both sides; view the thoughts Of forlorn widows, when their knights have left them; Search through the guts of greatness, and behold What several sin best pleased them: thence I'd descend Into the bowels of some pocky sir, And tell to lechers all the pains he felt, That they thereby might warned be from lust. Troth, 'twill be rare! I'll study it presently. NURSE. Alas! he is distracted! what a sin Am I partaker of, by telling him So curs'd an untruth? But 'twas my mistress' will. Who is recovered; though her griefs never Can be recover'd. She hath vow'd with tears Her own perpetual banishment; therefore to him Death were not more displeasing than if I Had told her lasting absence. CAR. I find my brain's too shallow far for study. What need I care for being a 'rithmetician? Let citizens' sons stand, an' they will, for cyphers: Why should I teach them, and go beat my brains To instruct unapt and unconceiving dolts; And, when all's done, my art, that should be fam'd, Will by gross imitation be but sham'd? Your judgment, madam? NURSE. Good sir, walk in; we'll send for learned men, That can allay your frenzy. CAR. But can Maria so forget herself, As to debar us thus of her attendance? NURSE. She's within, sir, pray you, will you walk to her? CAR. O, is she so! Come, then, let's softly steal Into her chamber; if she be asleep, I'll laugh, shalt see, enough, and thou shalt weep. Softly, good long-coat, softly. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ MARIA _in page's apparel_. MAR. Cease now thy steps, Maria, and look back Upon that place where distress'd Carracus Hath his sad being; from whose virtuous bosom Shame hath constrained me fly, ne'er to return. I will go seek some unfrequented path Either in desert woods or wilderness, There to bewail my innocent mishaps, Which heaven hath justly poured down on me, In punishing my disobediency. _Enter_ YOUNG LORD WEALTHY. O, see my brother! [_Exit_ MARIA.