CAR. Nay, qualifi'd With rarity of arts to make her sex With pious emulation to admire Her choice perfections---- PAL. And all these obscur'd, Soil'd, sullied, perish'd by th' immeriting touch Of a misshapen boor! SAL. Such precious gems, Set in ignoble metals, cannot choose But much detract from th' native graceful lustre, Which they retain'd, by means of that base ore Impales their orient splendour. MOR. This is nothing To th' injury her lineage may receive From his deformity. TIL. I must confess That threat'neth much of danger: yet I read not That Vulcan's poult foot or his smutted look Black'ned with Lemnian sea-coal, brought the issue Begot by Venus, if he any got, To change their amorous physnomy. MOR. He may thank Mars for that active courtesy, or it had Disfigur'd much his spurious progeny. FLO. Well, madam, we compassionate your choice In your Sir Gregory Shapeless, and shall find A quick receipt to cure your discontent With a new-moulded and more pleasing feature Than your sad fate enjoys. Repose, till we Have run through all your griefs, and felt your pulses. 2D BOY. For shame's sake, no further, my dainty doctors. [_Aside._ FLO. With th' symptoms or gradations as they stream In your desertless sufferings; paroxysms, Or what extremes may most surprise your fancies: In these our serious judgments shall supply Such sov'reign cordials as you shall not need No use nor application of more help Than what we shall prepare. Let this suffice: It rests in us to cure your maladies-- Excuse us, Madam Medler; these debates Have kept us from discovery of your wrongs. MED. Than which none more depressive--would you judge Th' musician good that wants his instrument? Or any artisan, who goes to work Without provision of a proper tool, To manage that employment? Modesty Bids me conceal the rest: my secret wants Require an active tongue; but womanhood Enjoins me silence. MOR. 'Las! I'm sensible Of her aggrievance, ere her dialect Can give it breath or accent. MED. But you say-- And our experience has inform'd us, too-- In that essential truth, that we must first Disclose our wounds, if we expect a cure: Let your impartial judgments, then, give ear To a distressed lady's just complaint. In my first years, as now I am not old, My friends resolved to supply a portion, Which my descent (though good) could not afford, To match my youth unto a man of age, Whose nest was richly feather'd, stor'd of all But native vigour, which express'd itself As if all radical humour had been drench'd In a chill shady bed of cucumbers Before our nuptial night. Oft had I begg'd. With sighs and tears, that this unequal match Might be diverted; but it might not be. The fulness of his fortunes winged them To consummate the match: this pleased them, But me displeas'd, whom it concerned most. FLO. The issue, madam?