1. With all our hearts.
3. I mary such a Physick
May chance to find the humour: be not long Lady,
For we must minister within this half hour. [Ex. Phys.
Cell. You shall not stay for me.
Fra. Would you were all rotten
That ye might only intend one anothers itches:
Or would the Gentlemen with one consent
Would drink small Beer but seven years, and abolish
That wild fire of the blood, unsatiate wenching,
That your two Indies, springs and falls might fail ye,
What torments these intruders into bodies.
Cell. How do you worthy Sir?
Fran. Bless me, what beams
Flew from these Angel eyes! O what a misery
What a most studied torment 'tis to me now
To be an honest man! dare ye sit by me?
Cell. Yes, and do more than that too: comfort ye,
I see ye have need.
Fran. You are a fair Physician:
You bring no bitterness gilt o're, to gull us,
No danger in your looks, yet there my death lyes.
Cell. I would be sorry, Sir, my charity
And my good wishes for your health should merit
So stubborn a construction: will it please ye
To taste a little of this Cordial
Enter Valentine.