_Pol._ Yes, and the strangest, Gentlemen, That e'r I heard of, anon I'll tell ye: _Stremon_ Be you still near him to affect his fancy, And keep his thoughts off: let the Fool and Boy Stay him, they may do some pleasure too: _Eumenes_ What if he had a Wench, a handsome Whore brought, Rarely drest up, and taught to state it? _Eum._ Well Sir. _Pol._ His cause is meerly heat: and made believe It were the Princess mad for him. _Eum._ I think 'Twere not amiss. _1 Cap._ And let him kiss her. _Pol._ What else? _2 Cap._ I'll be his Bawd an't please you, young and wholesome I can assure ye he shall have. _Eum._ Faith let him. _Pol._ He shall, I hope 'twill help him, walk a little. I'll tell you how his case stands, and my project In which you may be mourners, but by all means Stir not you from him, _Stremon_. _Strem._ On our lives, Sir. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Priestess, _and_ Chilax. _Pri._ O y'are a precious man! two days in town And never see your old Friend? _Chi._ Prithee pardon me. _Pri._ And in my Conscience if I had not sent. _Chi._ No more, I would ha' come; I must. _Pri._ I find ye, God a mercy want, ye never care for me But when your Slops are empty. _Chi._ Ne'r fear that, Wench; Shall find good currant Coin still; Is this the old House? _Pri._ Have ye forgot it? _Chi._ And the door still standing That goes into the Temple? _Pri._ Still. _Chi._ The Robes too, That I was wont to shift in here? _Pri._ All here still. _Chi._ O ye tuff Rogue, what troubles have I trotted through! What fears and frights! every poor Mouse a Monster That I heard stir, and every stick I trod on, A sharp sting to my Conscience. _Pri._ 'Las poor Conscience. _Chi._ And all to liquor thy old Boots, Wench. _Pri._ Out Beast: How you talk! _Chi._ I am old, Wench, And talking to an old man is like a stomacher, It keeps his blood warm. _Pri._ But pray tell me-- _Chi._ Any thing. _Pri._ Where did the Boy meet with ye? at a Wench sure? At one end of a Wench, a Cup of Wine, sure? _Chi._ Thou know'st I am too honest. _Pri._ That's your fault, And that the Surgeon knows. _Chi._ Then farewel, I will not fail ye soon. _Pri._ Ye shall stay Supper; I have sworn ye shall, by this ye shall. _Chi._ I will, Wench; But after Supper for an hour, my business. _Pri._ And but an hour? _Chi._ No by this kiss, that ended I will return and all night in thine Arms wench. _Pr._ No more, I'le take your meaning; come 'tis Supper time. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Calis, Cleanthe, Lucippe. _Calis._ Thou art not well. _Clean._ Your grace sees more a great deal Than I feel, (yet I lye) O Brother! _Cal._ Mark her, Is not the quickness of her eye consumed, wench? The lively red and white?