_Ment. Clarissas_, troth and mine, _Cesario_, are recorded in a character So plain and certain, that except the hand Of heaven, which writ it first, would blot it out again, No humane power can raze it. _Ces._ But say you so too young Lady? _Cla._ I should else betray My heart to falshood, and my tongue to perjury. _Ces._ Madam, you know the sentence. _Bap._ From the Duke, I have particular comforts which require A private [e]are. _Mar._ I shall approve it gladly We are resolv'd _Cesario_. _Bap._ Be not insolent upon a Princes favor. _Cla._ Loose no glory, Your younger years have purchast. _Ment._ And deserved too, y'have many worthy freinds. _Bap._ Preserve and use them. [_Exeunt. Manet Cesar._ _Ces._ Good, very good, why here's a complement Of mirth in desperation, I could curse My fate: O with what speed men tumble down From hopes that soar too high. _Biancha_ now May scorn me justly too, _Clarissa_ married, _Alberto's_ widdow resolute, _Biancha_ Refus'd, and I forsaken: let me study, I can but die a Batchelor that's the worst on't. [_Exit._ _Enter Host, Taylor, Muliter, Dancer, Pedant, Coxcombe._ _Host._ Come Gentlemen, This is the day that our great artist hath Promis'd to give all your severall suits satisfaction. _Dancer._ Is he stirring? _Host._ He hath been at his book these t[w]o hours. _Pedant._ He's a rare Physitian. _Host._ Why I'll tell you, Were _Paracelsus_ the German now Living, he'd take up his single rapier against his Terrible long sword, he makes it a matter of nothing To cure the gout, sore eyes he takes out as familiarly, Washes them, and puts them in again, As you'd blanch almonds. _Tay._ They say he can make gold. _Host._ I, I, he learnt it of Kelly in Germanny. There's not a Chymist In christendome can goe beyond him for multiplying. _Pedant._ Take heed then; He get not up your daughters belly my Host. _Host._ You are a merry Gentleman And the man of art will love you the better. _Dancer._ Does he love mirth and crotchets? _Host._ O he's the most courteous Physitian, You may drink or drab in's company freely, The better he knows how your disease grows, The better he knows how to cure it. _Danc._ But I wonder my Host He has no more resort of Ladyes to him. _Host._ Why Sir? _Dan._ O divers of them have great beleif in conjurers: Lechery is a great help to the quality. _Host._ He's scarce known to be in town yet, Ere long we shall have 'em come Hurrying hither in Fetherbeds. _Dan._ How? bedridden? _Host._ No sir, in fetherbeds that move upon 4 wheels in Spanish caroches. _Ped._ Pray accquaint him we give attendance.