_Enter_ Pedro, _and a Gentleman_. _Gent._ Ye are a stranger, Sir, and for humanity, Being come within our walls, I would shew you something. Ye have seen the Castle? _Ped._ Yes Sir, 'tis a strong one, And well maintain'd. _Gent._ Why are you still thus sad, Sir? How do ye like the walks? _Ped._ They are very pleasant; Your Town stands cool and sweet. _Gent._ But that I would not Affect you with more sadness, I could shew ye A place worth view. _Ped._ Shows seldom alter me, Sir; Pray ye speak it, and then shew it. _Gent._ 'Tis a house here Where people of all sorts, that have been visited With Lunacies, and Follies wait their cures, There's fancies of a thousand stamps and fashions, Like flies in several shapes buz round about ye, And twice as many gestures; some of pity, That it would make ye melt to see their passions: And some as light again, that would content ye. But I see, Sir, your temper is too modest, Too much inclin'd to contemplation, To meet with these? _Ped._ You could not please me better; And I beseech you, Sir, do me the honour To let me wait upon ye. _Gent._ Since ye are willing, To me it shall be a pleasure to conduct ye. _Ped._ I never had such a mind yet to see misery. [_Exe._ SCENE VI. _Enter two Keepers._ _1 Keep._ Carry mad _Bess_ some meat, she roars like Thunder; And tie the Parson short, the Moon's i'th' full, H'as a thousand Pigs in's brains: Who looks to the Prentice? Keep him from Women, he thinks h'as lost his Mistris; And talk of no silk stuffs, 'twill run him horn mad. _2 Keep._ The Justice keeps such a stir yonder with his Charges, And such a coil with warrants. _1 Keep._ Take away his Statutes; The Devil has possest him in the likeness Of penal Laws: keep him from _Aqua vitæ_, For if that spirit creep into his _Quorum_, He will commit us all: how is it with the Scholar? _2 Keep._ For any thing I see, he's in his right wits. _1 Keep._ Thou art an ass; in's right wits, goodman coxcomb? As though any man durst be in's right wits, and be here. It is as much as we dare be that keep 'em. _Enter English madman._ _Engl._ Give me some drink. _1 Keep._ O, there's the _English_ man. _Engl._ Fill me a thousand pots, and froth 'em, froth 'em. Down o' your knees, ye Rogues, and pledge me roundly; One, two, three, and four; we shall all be merry within this hour. To the great Turk. _1 Keep._ Peace, peace thou Heathen drunkard; These _English_ are so Malt-mad, there's no medling with 'em; When they have a fruitful year of Barly there, All the whole Island's thus. _Engl._ A snuff, a snuff, a snuff. A lewd notorious snuff: give't him again, boy. _Enter she-fool._