_Hyl._ Forc'd with a Cataplasm of Crackers. _Tho._ Ever. _Hyl._ Scowre all before him, like a Scavenger. _Tom._ _Satis fecisti domine_, my last cause, My last is, and not least, most learned Doctors, Because in most Physicians heads (I mean those That are most excellent, and old withal, And angry, though a Patient say his prayers, And _Paracelsians_ that do trade with poisons, We have it by tradition of great writers) There is a kind of Toad-stone bred, whose vertue The Doctor being dri'd. _1 Phy._ We are abus'd sirs. _Hyl._ I take it so, or shall be, for say the Belly-ake Caus'd by an inundation of Pease-porridge, Are we therefore to open the port Vein, Or the port Esquiline? _Sam._ A learned question: Or grant the Diaphragma by a Rupture, The sign being then in the head of _Capricorn_. _Tho._ Meet with the passion Huperchondriaca, And so cause a Carnosity in the Kidneyes. Must not the brains, being butter'd with this humour-- Answer me that. _Sam._ Most excellently argued. _2 Phy._ The next fit you will have, my most fine Scholar, Bedlam shall find a Salve for: fare ye well Sir, We came to do you good, but these young Doctors It seems have bor'd our Noses. _3 Phy._ Drink hard Gentlemen, And get unwholesome drabs: 'tis ten to one then We shall hear further from ye, your note alter'd. [_Exeunt._ _Tho._ And wilt thou be gone, saies one? _Hyl._ And wilt thou be gone, saies t'other? _Tho._ Then take the odd crown To mend thy old Gown. _Sam._ And we'l be gone all together. _Fra._ My learned _Tom_. _Enter Servant._ _Ser._ Sir, the young Gentlewomen Sent me to see what company ye had with ye, They much desire to visit ye. _Fra._ Pray ye thank 'em, And tell 'em my most sickness is their absence: Ye see my company. _Tho._ Come hither Crab, What Gentlewomen are these? my Mistris? _Ser._ Yes Sir. _Hyl._ And who else? _Ser._ Mistress _Alice_. _Hyl._ Oh! _Tho._ Hark ye sirrah, No word of my being here, unless she know it. _Ser._ I do not think she does. _Tho._ Take that, and mum then. _Ser._ You have ty'd my tongue up. [_Exit._ _Tho._ Sit you down good _Francis_, And not a word of me till ye hear from me, And as you find my humour, follow it: You two come hither, and stand close, unseen Boys, And do as I shall tutor ye. _Fran._ What, new work? _Tho._ Prethee no more but help me now. _Hyl._ I would fain talk With the Gentlewomen. _Tho._ Talk with the Gentlewomen? Of what forsooth? whose Maiden-head the last Mask Suffer'd impression? or whose Clyster wrought best? Take me as I shall tell thee. _Hyl._ To what end? What other end came we along? _Sam._ Be rul'd though.