_Thom._ But this word. _Alice._ I cannot, nor I will not, good Lord. [_Exit._ _Hyl._ Well, you shall hear more from me. _Thom._ We'll go visit, 'Tis Charity; besides, I know she is there; And under visitation I shall see her; Will ye along? _Hyl._ By any means. _Thom._ Be sure then I be a civil man: I have sport in hand, Boys, Shall make mirth for a Marriage-day. _Hyl._ Away then. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter three Physicians with an Urinal._ _1 Phy._ A Pleurisie, I see it. _2 Phy._ I rather hold it For _tremor Cordis_. _3 Phy._ Do you mark the _Fæces_? 'Tis a most pestilent contagious Feaver, A surfeit, a plaguey surfeit; he must bleed. _1 Phy._ By no means. _3 Phy._ I say bleed. _1 Phy._ I say 'tis dangerous; The Person being spent so much before-hand, And Nature drawn so low, Clysters, cool Clysters. _2 Phy._ Now with your favours I should think a Vomit: For take away the Cause, the Effect must follow, The Stomach's foul and fur'd, the pot's unflam'd yet. _3 Phy._ No, no, we'll rectifie that part by mild means, Nature so sunk must find no violence. _Enter a Servant._ _Serv._ Will't please ye draw near? the weak Gentleman Grows worse and worse still. _1 Phy._ Come, we will attend him. _2 Phy._ He shall do well, my friend. _Serv._ My Masters love, Sir. _1._ Excellent well I warrant thee, right and straight, friend. _3 Phy._ There's no doubt in him, none at all, ne'r fear him. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ Valentine, _and_ Michael. _Mich._ That he is desperate sick I do believe well, And that without a speedy cure it kills him, But that it lyes within the help of Physick Now to restore his health, or art to cure him; Believe it you are cozen'd; clean beside it. I would tell ye the true cause too, but 'twould vex ye, Nay, run ye mad. _Val._ May all I have restore him! So dearly and so tenderly I love him, I do not know the cause why, yea my life too. _Mich._ Now I perceive ye so well set, I'll tell you, _Hei mihi quod nullis Amor est medicabilis herbis._ _Val._ 'Twas that I only fear'd: good friend go from me, I find my heart too full for further conference; You are assur'd of this? _Mich._ 'Twill prove too certain, But bear it nobly, Sir, Youth hath his errours. _Val._ I shall do, and I thank ye; 'pray ye no words on't. _Mich._ I do not use to talk, Sir. [_Exit._