CHIR. O sir, the deed By which it came was not more close. D' y' think I would undo myself by twitting? 'Twere To bring the gallants all about mine ears, And make me mine own patient. I'm faithful And secret, though a barber. SHAPE. Nay, but hear me; He's very modest: 'twas his first attempt Procur'd him this infirmity. He will Be bashful, I am sure, and won't be known Of any such thing at the first. You must Be sure to put him to't. CHIR. Let me alone: He knows not yet the world, I do perceive. It is as common now with gentlemen, As 'tis to follow fashion: only here Lieth the difference, that they keep in this A little longer. I shall have so much Upon your word, sir? SHAPE. If you do perform The cure by that time, twenty pieces, sir: You are content? MER. Yes, sir. CHIR. It shall be done [_Exit_ SHAPE. According to your own prescription. Sit down, I pray you, sir: this gentleman Is a good friend of yours. MER. Indeed he is a very honest man, As any one can wish to deal with, verily. CHIR. Believe't, he loves you very well. MER. I am most ready To do him any service truly. Pray you, Good brother, don't delay me: I'm in haste. CHIR. _Indeed-and truly-verily-good brother!_ How could these milksop words e'er get him company That could procure the pox? [_Aside_.] Where do you feel You[r] grief most trouble you? MER. I'm very well: what mean you, brother? CHIR. Nay, be not so modest: 'Tis no such heinous fault, as that you should Seek thus to hide it; mere ill-fortune only-- MER. Surely you do forget yourself. CHIR. Come, come, He told me you'd be shamefac'd: you must be Wary hereafter. MER. I do perceive He is a little mad indeed: the gentleman Told me so much just as I came along. [_Aside._ Yes, yes, I will be wary; I'll take heed. Come, pray y', despatch me. CHIR. So, I like you now. It is the custom of most gentlemen Not to confess until they feel their bones Begin t' admonish 'em. MER. You are i' th' right. Good friend, make haste; I've very urgent business. CHIR. Not rashly neither. Is your gristle sound? Methinks 'tis very firm as yet to the touch. You fear no danger there as yet, sir, do you? MER. No, I'll assure you. He must have his humour: I see he is not to be cross'd. [_Aside._ CHIR. When did you Feel the first grudging on't? 'Tis not broke out In any place? MER. No, no: I pray y', despatch me. CHIR. These things desire deliberation; Care is requir'd. MER. Good brother, go t' your chest. CHIR. How can I know what med'cines to apply, If that you tell me not where lies your grief? MER. Nay, good, now let me go.