Gentlemen that approch about my Stall, [51.] To most rare Phisicke I invite you all; Come neere and harken what I have to sell, And deale with mee all those that are not well. In this Boxe heere, I have such precious stuffe, To give it prayse, I have not words enuffe: If any Humour in your Braines be crept, I'le fetch it out, as if your heads were swept. Almost through _Europe_ I have shewne my face In every Towne, and every Market-place-- Behold this salve, (I do not use to lye) Whole Hospitals there have been curde thereby. I doe not stand heere like a tattar'd slave, My Velvet, and my Chaine of Gold I have: Which cannot be maintained by mens lookes; Friends, all your Towne is hardly worth my Bookes. There stands my Coach and Horses, t'is mine owne; From hence to _Turkie_ is my credite knowne: In sooth I cannot boast, as many will, Let nothing speake for mee, but onely skill. See you that thing like Ginger-bread lies there. My tongue cannot expresse to any eare The sundrie vertues that it doth containe, Or number halfe the Wormes that it hath slaine. If in your Bellies there be crawlers bred In multitudes like Haires upon your head, Within some howers space, or there about, At all the holes you have, I'le fetch them out, And ferret them before that I have done, Even like the Hare that foorth a Bush doth run. Heere is a wond'rous Water for the Eye; This for the Stomacke: Maisters will you buy? When I am gone, you will repent too late, And then (like fooles) among yourselves will prate, Oh that we had that famous Man againe, When I shall be suppli'd in _France_ or _Spaine_: Now, for a _Stater_,[F. 86] you a Box shall have That will the lives of halfe a dozen save. My man has come, and in mine eare he sayes At home for me at least an hundred stayes, All Gentlemen; yet for your Good, you see, I make them tarry, and attend for mee. If that you have no Money, let me know, Phisicke of almes upon you Ile bestow. What Doctor in the world can offer more? Such arrant Clownes I never knew before: Heere you doe stand like Owles and gaze on mee, But not a Penny from you I can see. A man shall come to doe such Dunces good, And cannot have his meaning understood? To talke to senselesse people is in vaine, I'le see you hang'd ere I'le come heere againe: Be all diseas'd as bad as Horses be And die in ditches like to Dogges, for me! An Old-wives-medicine, Parseley, Time and Sage, Will serve such Buzzards in this scurvey age: Goose grease and Fennell, with a few Dog-dates, Is excellent for such base lowzey mates: Farewell, some Hempton[F. 87] halter be the Charme, To stretch your neckes as long as is mine arme. [Footnote 86: A "façon de parler;" a stater really was a tetradrachm in silver, and was worth about half a crown.] [Footnote 87: Hempen.]