Fifty comedies and tragedies written by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Gentlemen ; all in one volume, published by the authors original copies, the songs to each play being added.

Scaena Quarta.

Enter Norandine and Doctor.

Nor.

Doctor, I will see the Combat, that's the truth on't If I had never a leg, I would crawl to see it.

Doct.

You are most unfit, if I might counsel ye, Your wounds so many, and the air—

Nor.

The Halter; The air's as good an air, as fine an air; Wouldst thou have me live in an Oven?

Doct.

Beside the noise, Sir: Which to a tender body.

Nor.

That's it, Doctor, My body must be cur'd withal: if you'll heal me quickly, Boil a Drum-head in my broth: I never prosper, With knuckles o' Veal, and birds in Sorrel sops, Cawdles, and Cullysses; they wash me away Like a horse had eaten grains: if thou wilt cure me, A pickled herring, and a pottle of Sack: Doctor, And half a dozen Trumpets.

Doct.

Y' are a strange Gentleman,

Nor.

As e'r thou knew'st: wilt thou give me another glister That I may sit cleanly there like a French Lady, When she goes to a Mask at Court? where's thy hob••y?

Doct.

I am glad ye are grown so merry.

Nor.

Welcome Gentlemen.

Enter Astor, and Castr.

Ast.

We come to see you, Sir; and glad we are To see you thus, thus forward to your health, Sir.

Nor.

I thank my Doctor here.

Doct.

Nay, thank your self, Sir, For by my troth, I know not how he's cur'd, He ne'r observes any of our prescriptions.

Nor.

Give me my Money again then, good sweet Doctor, Wilt thou have twenty shillings a day for vexing me.

Doct.

That shall not serve ye Sir;

Drums afar off.

Nor.

Than forty shall Sir,

A low March.

And that will make ye speak well: hark the Drums.

Cast.

They begin to beat to th' field: Oh noble Dane, Never was such a stake, I hope of innocence Plaid for in Malta, and in bloud before.

Ast.

It makes us hang our heads all.

Nor.

A bold villain: If there be treason in it: accuse poor Ladies? And yet they may do mischief too: I'll be with ye: If she be innocent, I shall find it quickly, And something then I'll say.

Ast.

Come, lean on us, Sir.

Nor.

I thank ye Gentlemen: and Domine Doctor, Pray bring a little sneezing powder in your pocket, For fear I sound when I see my bloud.

Doct.

You are pleasant.

Exeunt.