EUDEMUS.
I minister unto her, my good lord.
SEJANUS.
You minister to a royal lady, then.
EUDEMUS.
She is, my lord, and fair.
SEJANUS.
That’s understood
Of all her sex, who are or would be so;
And those that would be, physic soon can make them:
For those that are, their beauties fear no colours.
EUDEMUS.
Your lordship is conceited.
SEJANUS.
Sir, you know it,
And can, if need be, read a learned lecture
On this, and other secrets. Pray you, tell me,
What more of ladies besides Livia,
Have you your patients?
EUDEMUS.
Many, my good lord.
The great Augusta, Urgulania,
Mutilia Prisca, and Plancina; divers—
SEJANUS.
And all these tell you the particulars
Of every several grief? how first it grew,
And then increased; what action caused that;
What passion that: and answer to each point
That you will put them?
EUDEMUS.
Else, my lord, we know not
How to prescribe the remedies.
SEJANUS.
Go to,
you are a subtile nation, you physicians!
And grown the only cabinets in court,
To ladies’ privacies. Faith, which of these
Is the most pleasant lady in her physic?
Come, you are modest now.