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ACT II. SCENE I.
BEatrice, I say; where are you?
Here, Sir, here.
See all things are in order here in my Laboratory. Many Virtuosi will be here, to see my curious Dissection, and hear the lecture I intend to read on a dead Bo∣dy, which every moment I expect to be sent in from the place of Execution.
Why do you choose this back Apartment at the end of the Garden? You us'd to do it in the Great Hall formerly.
My Wife will have it so, and that's enough; the body may be brought in privately, at that back door, for so I order'd it: Besides, the wrangling disputations of self∣conceited, obstinate Physicians, who come to see my ope∣ration, will at this distance less disturb the Neighbourhood: they will maintain their notions with more noise, than Bet∣ters in a Cock-pit.
'Tis observ'd you Doctors rarely agree in your opi∣nions, Sir, which makes some affirm, Physick itself is a very uncertain Science.
That's true; bur yet the fault's not in the Art.
It most be in the Professors then.
And so it is; but this is not your business.
I only speak my simple judgment sir.
The Body will be here immediately: let 'em carry it into the Vault, 'tis cooler there: in the mean time I'll make some visits to my Patients who are near. Ha! Bea∣trice, let me see, what have you there?
Where, Sir, What do you mean?
There, Sirrah, there. Let's see those pretty Bubbies.
Eye Sir, you make me blush.
Faith I will see 'em; I and feel 'em too.