ESCARPIN. My lord 'por Baco!' (That 's the god I like to swear by, Jolly god of all good rascals) May I ask you what 's the secret? CLAUDIUS. You gain little when you ask me For a secret all may know. After his mysterious absence Your young lord 's returned home ill. ESCARPIN. In what way? CLAUDIUS. That none can fathom, Since he does not tell his ailment Save by signs and by his manner. ESCARPIN. Then he 's wrong, sir, not to tell it Clearly: with extreme exactness Should our griefs, our pains be mentioned. A back tooth a man once maddened, And a barber came to draw it. As he sat with jaws expanded, "Which tooth is it, sir, that pains you?" Asked of him the honest barber, And the patient in affected Language grandly thus made answer, "The penultimate"; the dentist Not being used to such pedantic Talk as this, with ready forceps Soon the last of all extracted. The poor patient to be certain, With his tongue the spot examined, And exclaimed, his mouth all bleeding, "Why, that 's not the right tooth, master". "Is it not the ultimate molar?" Said the barber quite as grandly. "Yes" (he answered), "but I said The penultimate, and I 'd have you Know, your worship, that it means Simply that that 's next the farthest". Thus instructed, he returned To the attack once more, remarking "In effect then the bad tooth Is the one that 's next the last one?" "Yes", he said, "then here it is", Spoke the barber with great smartness, Plucking out the tooth that then Was the last but one; it happened From not speaking plain, he lost Two good teeth, and kept his bad one. CLAUDIUS. Come and something newer learn In the stratagem his father Has arranged to cure the illness Of Chrysanthus, whom he fancies . . . ESCARPIN. What? CLAUDIUS. Is spell-bound by the Christians Through the power of their enchantments:-- (Since to-day I cannot see thee, [aside. Cynthia fair, forgive my absence). [Exit. ESCARPIN. While these matters thus proceed, I shall try, let what will happen, Thee to see, divine Daria:-- At my love, oh! be not angered, Since the penalty of beauty Is to be beloved: then pardon. [Exit. SCENE II.--The Wood. Enter DARIA from the chase with bow and arrows.