_Daugh._ I have forgot it quite; the burden on't was _Down_ _A down a_: and penn'd by no worse man, than _Giraldo_, _Emilias_ Schoolmaster; he's as Fantastical too, as ever he may goe upon's legs, For in the next world will _Dido_ see _Palamon_, and Then will she be out of love with _Æneas_. _Doct._ What stuff's here? poor soul. _Jay._ Ev'n thus all day long. _Daugh._ Now for this Charm, that I told you of, you must Bring a piece of silver on the tip of your tongue, Or no ferry: then if it be your chance to come where The blessed spirits, as there's a sight now; we Maids That have our Livers, perisht, crackt to pieces with Love, we shall come there, and do nothing all day long But pick Flowers with _Proserpine_, then will I make _Palamon_ a Nosegay, then let him mark me,--then. _Doct._ How prettily she's amiss! note her a little farther. _Da[u]._ Faith I'll tell you, sometime we goe to Barly-break, We of the blessed; alas, 'tis a sore life they have i' th' Other place, such burning, frying, boiling, hissing, Howling, chatt'ring, cursing, oh they have shrowd Measure, take heed; if one be mad, or hang, or Drown themselves, thither they goe, _Jupiter_ bless Us, and there shall we be put in a Cauldron of Lead, and Usurers grease, amongst a whole million of Cut-purses, and there boil like a Gamon of Bacon That will never be enough. [_Exit._ _Doct._ How her brain coins! _Daugh._ Lords and Courtiers, that have got Maids with child, they are in this place, they shall stand in fire up to the Navel, and in Ice up to th' heart, and there th' offending part burns, and the deceiving part freezes; in troth a very grievous punishment, as one would think, for such a Trifle, believe me one would marry a leprous witch, to be rid on't I'll assure you. _Doct._ How she continues this fancie! 'Tis not an engraffed madness but a most thick, and profound melancholly. _Daugh._ To hear there a proud Lady, and a proud City wife, howl together: I were a beast, and Il'd call it good sport: one cries, oh this smoak, another this fire; one cries oh that I ever did it behind the Arras, and then howls; th' other curses a suing fellow and her Garden-house. Sings. _I will be true, my Stars, my Fate, &c._ [_Exit Daugh._ _Jay._ What think you of her, Sir? _Doct._ I think she has a perturbed mind, which I cannot minister to. _Jay._ Alas, what then? _Doct._ Understand you, she ever affected any man, e'r She beheld _Palamon_? _Jay._ I was once, Sir, in great hope she had fix'd her Liking on this Gentleman my friend. _Woo._ I did think so too, and would account I had a great Pen'worth on't, to give half my state, that both She and I at this present stood unfainedly on the Same terms.