2nd Luce. Heigh-ho! have I disguised myself, and stolen out of the country thus far, and can light of no better news to entertain me? Oh, this wild-headed, wicked Chartley, whom nothing will tame! To this gallant was I, poor gentlewoman, betrothed, and the marriage day appointed; but he, out of a fantastic and giddy humour, before the time prefixed, posts up to London. After him come I thus habited, and you see my welcome--to be an ear-witness of his second contracting. Modesty would not suffer me to discover myself, otherwise I should have gone near to have marred the match. I heard them talk of Hogsdon, and a wise-woman, where these aims shall be brought to action. I’ll see if I can insinuate myself into her service; that’s my next project: and now good luck of my side! [_Exit_. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I.--_Before the_ Wise-woman’s _House_. _Enter the_ Wise-woman, _a_ Countryman _with a urinal, two_ Citizens’ Wives, Taber, _and a_ Kitchen-maid. Wise-woman. Fie, fie! what a toil and a moil it is For a woman to be wiser than all her neighbours! I pray, good people, press not too fast upon me; Though I have two ears, I can hear but one at once. You with the urine. _Enter 2nd_ Luce _in Boy’s clothes; she stands aside_. Countryman. Here, forsooth, mistress. Wise-woman. And who distilled this water? Countryman. My wife’s limbeck, if it please you. Wise-woman. And where doth the pain hold her most? Countryman. Marry, at her heart, forsooth. Wise-woman. Ay, at her heart, she hath a griping at her heart? Countryman. You have hit it right. Wise-woman. Nay, I can see so much in the urine. 2nd Luce. Just so much as is told her. [_Aside_. Wise-woman. She hath no pain in her head, hath she? Countryman. No, indeed, I never heard her complain of her head. Wise-woman. I told you so, her pain lies all at her heart; Alas, good heart! but how feels she her stomach? Countryman. Oh, queasy[4.13] and sick at stomach. Wise-woman. Ay, I warrant you, I think I can see as far into a mill-stone as another. You have heard of Mother Nottingham, who for her time was prettily well skilled in casting of waters; and after her, Mother Bomby; and then there is one Hatfield in Pepper Alley, he doth pretty well for a thing that’s lost. There’s another in Coleharbour, that’s skilled in the planets. Mother Sturton, in Golden Lane, is for fore-speaking;[4.14] Mother Phillips, of the Bankside, for the weakness of the back; and then there’s a very reverend matron on Clerkenwell Green, good at many things. Mistress Mary on the Bankside is for ’recting a figure;[4.15] and one (what do you call her?) in Westminster, that practiseth the book and the key, and the sieve and the shears: and all do well, according to their talent. For myself, let the world speak. Hark you, my friend, you shall take-- [_She whispers_.