_D'Am._ Sir, his affection's sound Though he be sick in body. _Rous._ Sick indeed. A general weakness did surprise my health The very day I married Castabella, As if my sickness were a punishment That did arrest me for some injury I then committed. Credit me, my love, I pity thy ill fortune to be matched With such a weak, unpleasing bedfellow. _Cast._ Believe me, sir, it never troubles me. I am as much respectless to enjoy Such pleasure, as ignorant what it is. _Charl._ Thy sex's wonder. Unhappy Charlemont! _D'Am._ Come, let's to supper. There we will confirm The eternal bond of our concluded love. [_Exeunt._ ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I.--_A Room in_ CATAPLASMA'S _House._ _Enter_ CATAPLASMA _and_ SOQUETTE _with needlework._ _Cata._ Come, Soquette, your work! let's examine your work. What's here? a medlar with a plum tree growing hard by it; the leaves o' the plum tree falling off; the gum issuing out o' the perished joints; and the branches some of 'em dead, and some rotten; and yet but a young plum tree. In good sooth very pretty. _Soqu._ The plum tree, forsooth, grows so near the medlar that the medlar sucks and draws all the sap from it and the natural strength o' the ground, so that it cannot prosper. _Cata._ How conceited you are![164] But here th'ast made a tree to bear no fruit. Why's that? _Soqu._ There grows a savin tree next it, forsooth.[165] _Cata._ Forsooth you are a little too witty in that. _Enter_ SEBASTIAN. _Sebas._ But this honeysuckle winds about this white thorn very prettily and lovingly, sweet Mistress Cataplasma. _Cata._ Monsieur Sebastian! in good sooth very uprightly welcome this evening. _Sebas._ What, moralizing upon this gentlewoman's needlework? Let's see. _Cata._ No, sir. Only examining whether it be done to the true nature and life o' the thing.