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A Petulant Doctor of Physick lay in a house, where there lived a Maid ignorant enough, but ex∣treamely handsom, fresh out of the Country; this Doctor used all means imaginable to win her to a venereal complyance, but nothing would prevail, neither fair words nor large presents; resolving to
accomplish his design some way or other, he thought of this Strategem; looking one day very seriously [and seemingly sorrowful] in her countenance; Alas poor Betty [said he] and must I now loose thee? What do you mean Sir said she? I will tell thee replyed the Doctor before it go too far: thou art breeding of Eggs: How can that be quoth she, very easily said he, and thereupon so subtily invaded her belief with I know not what stuff, neatly wrapt up in fine words, that she verily believed it, and askt him how she must be cured; said the Doctor come to my chamber after dinner, and I will indeavour to cure thee; thanking him she promised she would, & was as good as her word, The Doctor had something to do at first, to get her to lie down, saying, that her Eggs must be broken, or she could not be cured; but at length she yielded, and with his naturall probe he searcht her grief three or four times; having so done, he told her, that though he had broken some, yet there were more to break, and therefore bid her come again to morrow; which she did, and so did he as before; she now liked the manner of her cure so well, that she came of her own accord, till the Doctor growing weary, told her that her Eggs were now all broken; not so Mr. Doctor I am sure said she, for there are at least two or three to break still; well says the Doctor, I'le break them, and then it is a cure: having so done, she went away well satisfied; a little while after, her Mistress seeing her puke up and down in every place, askt her what was the matter; in∣deed Mistriss said she I know not, unless I am breeding of more Eggs; what do'st mean quoth her Mistres?
why forsooth said she, a little while a goe I was with Egg, and certainly I had dyed, if our good Doctor had not cured me.