Ped. A sober youth:
Pity so heavy a cross should light upon him.
2 Gent. You find no sickness?
Schol. None Sir, I thank Heaven,
Nor nothing that diverts my understanding.
1 Gent. Do you sleep a nights?
Schol. As sound, and sweet, as any man.
2 Gent. Have ye no fearful dreams?
Schol. Sometimes, as all have
That go to bed with raw and windy stomachs;
Else I am all one piece.
1 Gent. Is there no unkindness
You have conceiv'd from any friend or parent?
Or scorn from what ye lov'd?
Schol. No, truely Sir:
I never yet was master of a faith
So poor, and weak, to doubt my friend or kindred,
And what love is, unless it lie in learning
I think I am ignorant.
1 Gent. This man is perfect,
A civiller discourser I ne'r talk'd with.