_Petru._ I want a cudgel, And thee, thou wickedness. _Petron._ He speaks well enough. _Mar._ 'Had ever a strong heart Sir. _Petru._ Will ye hear me? First be pleas'd To think I know ye all, and can distinguish Ev'ry Mans several voice: you that spoke first, I know my father in law; the other _Tranio_, And I heard _Sophocles_; the last, pray mark me, Is my dam'd Wife _Maria_: If any Man misdoubt me for infected, There is mine Arme, let any Man look on't. _Enter Doctor and Pothecary._ _Doct._ Save ye Gentlemen. _Petron._ O welcome Doctor, Ye come in happy time; pray your opinion, What think you of his pulse? _Doct._ It beats with busiest, And shews a general inflammation, Which is the symptome of a pestilent Feaver, Take twenty ounces from him. _Petru._ Take a Fool; Take an ounce from mine arme, and Doctor _Deuz-ace_, I'll make a close-stoole of your Velvet Costard. ---- Gentlemen, doe ye make a may-game on me? I tell ye once again, I am as sound, As well, as wholsome, and as sensible, As any of ye all: Let me out quickly, Or as I am a Man, I'll beat the walls down, And the first thing I light upon shall pay for't. [_Exit Doctor and Pothecary._ _Petro._ Nay, we'll go with you Doctor. _Mar._ 'Tis the safest; I saw the Tokens Sir. _Petro._ Then there is but one way. _Petru._ Will it please you open? _Tra._ His fit grows stronger still. _Mar._ Let's save our selves Sir, He's past all worldly cure. _Petro._ Friends do your office. And what he wants, if Money, Love, or Labor, Or any way may win it, let him have it. Farewell, and pray my honest Friends-- [_Exeunt._ _Petru._ Why Rascals, Friends, Gentlemen, thou beastly Wife, _Jaques_; None hear me? Who at the door there? _1 Watch._ Think I pray Sir, Whether you are going, and prepare your self. _2 Watch._ These idle thoughts disturb you, the good Gentlewoman Your Wife has taken care you shall want nothing. _Petru._ Shall I come out in quiet? answer me, Or shall I charge a Fowling-Piece, and make Mine own way; two of ye I cannot miss, If I miss three; ye come here to assault me. I am as excellent well, I thank Heaven for't, And have as good a stomach at this instant-- _2 Watch._ That's an ill sign. _1 Watch._ He draws on; he's a dead Man. _Petru._ And sleep as soundly; Will ye look upon me? _1 Watch._ Do you want Pen and Ink? while you have sense sir, Settle your state. _Petru._ Sirs, I am well, as you are; Or any Rascal living. _2 Watch._ Would you were Sir. _Petru._ Look to your selves, and if you love your lives, Open the door, and fly me, for I shoot else; --I'll shoot, and presently, chain-bullets; And under four I will not kill. _1 Watch._ Let's quit him, It may be it is a trick: he's dangerous.