_D'Am._ Doctor, behold two patients in whose cure Thy skill may purchase an eternal fame. If thou'st any reading in Hippocrates, Galen, or Avicen; if herbs, or drugs, Or minerals have any power to save, Now let thy practice and their sovereign use Raise thee to wealth and honour. _Doct._ If any root of life remains within 'em Capable of physic, fear 'em not, my lord. _Rous._ O--oh! _D'Am._ His gasping sighs are like the falling noise Of some great building when the groundwork breaks. On these two pillars stood the stately frame And architecture of my lofty house. An earthquake shakes 'em. The foundation shrinks. Dear Nature, in whose honour I have raised A work of glory to posterity, O bury not the pride of that great action Under the fall and mine of itself. _Doct._ My lord, these bodies are deprived of all The radical ability of Nature. The heat of life is utterly extinguished. Nothing remains within the power of man That can restore them. _D'Am._ Take this gold, extract The spirit of it, and inspire new life Into their bodies. _Doct._ Nothing can, my lord. _D'Am._ You ha' not yet examined the true state And constitution of their bodies. Sure You ha' not. I'll reserve their waters till The morning. Questionless, their urines will Inform you better. _Doct._ Ha, ha, ha! _D'Am._ Dost laugh, Thou villain? Must my wisdom that has been The object of men's admiration now Become the subject of thy laughter? _Rou._ O--oh! [_Dies._ _All._ He's dead. _D'Am._ O there expires the date Of my posterity! Can nature be So simple or malicious to destroy The reputation of her proper memory? She cannot. Sure there is some power above Her that controls her force. _Doct._ A power above Nature? Doubt you that, my lord? Consider but Whence man receives his body and his form. Not from corruption like some worms and flies, But only from the generation of A man. For Nature never did bring forth A man without a man; nor could the first Man, being but the passive subject, not The active mover, be the maker of Himself. So of necessity there must Be a superior power to Nature. _D'Am._ Now to myself I am ridiculous. Nature, thou art a traitor to my soul. Thou hast abused my trust. I will complain To a superior court to right my wrong. I'll prove thee a forger of false assurances. In yon Star Chamber thou shalt answer it. Withdraw the bodies. O the sense of death Begins to trouble my distracted soul. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_A Hall of justice. A scaffold at one end._ _Enter_ Judges _and_ Officers. _1st Judge._ Bring forth the malefactors to the bar. _Enter_ CATAPLASMA, SOQUETTE, _and_ FRESCO. Are you the gentlewoman in whose house The murders were committed? _Cata._ Yes, my lord.