Scene 27.
Enter Doctor Freedom, and Madamosel Doltche, Madamosel Solid, Madamosel Volante.
Solid.
O, you are welcome, Doctor Freedom.
Doctor.
If I be not welcome now, I shall never be welcome.
Volante.
Why, Doctor? what Present have you brought us? that can make you so acceptable, is it perpetual youth, or undeniable beauty, or ever∣lasting life? But prethee, Doctor, what is it that will make thee so wel∣come?
Doctor.
Why, my self; here being so many young Ladies together, and not a man amongst them.
Volante.
Thy self, Doctor! why, thou art not worth the dregs of an Uri∣nal, of a sick water, if it were not for our charity, and generosity, more than thy merit, ability or service, you would have but a cold entertainment, and a rule welcome.
Doctor.
Well, my young, wity, saterycal Patient, you will take a surfeit of fruit, milk, puddings, pyes, or sweet-meats, one of these dayes, and then you will flatter me.
Volante.
You say right, Doctor; but now I speak truth, and is not that better than to flatter, or dissemble; For there is none but sick, and deprav'd souls, that will deliver Truth with a quarter, half, or three quartred face, like Merchants, or mechanick, that would sell off their ill commodities, with a broken light, but a noble and healthfull soul, shews the full face of Truth, in a clear light; wherefore, the sick and base, will flatter, but the noble and free, will speak truth.
Doctor.
VVell, I am sure you think better of me in your thoughts, than your words expresses.
Volante.
Let me tell you, my words and thoughts, are so well acquainted, as they never dissemble, and there is such a friendship betwixt them, as they never move several wayes, but runs even together: But let me tell thee, Do∣ctor, I have such a spleen to thy Sex, as I desire to kill them, at least, to wound them with spitefull words; and I wish I had beauty enough for to damn them, causing them to be perjured, by forsaking other women, they were bound by sacred vows, and holy bonds.
Enter Monsieur Discretion.
Discretion.
It is well, Master Doctor, that you can be priviledg'd amongst the young Ladyes, at all times, when such as I, that have not your Profession, are oftentimes shut, and lockt out.
Doctor.
Faith, if you have no better entertainment, than I have had since I came, it were better you were from them, than with them, for their tongues are as sharp as needles.
Volante.
'Tis a sign we want work, when we are forc'd to stitch our wit upon you.
Discretion.
How dare you anger the Doctor, when your life lyes upon his skill.