Surg. Sir, 'tis not worth your question; less your fear.
Leo. You doe restore me Sir, I pray you accept
This small remembrance of a fathers thanks
For so assur'd a benefit.
Surg. Excuse me.
Leo. Sir, I can spare it, and must not believe
But that your fortune may receiv't, except
You'ld ha' me think you live not by your practice.
Sur. I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.
Leo. I crave your love and friendship, and require
As I have made now, both my self and business
A portion of your care, you will but bring me
Under the person of a call'd assistant
To his next opening, where I may but see him,
And utter a few words to him in private,
And you will merit me; for I am loth
Since here I have not to appear my self,
Or to be known unto the Governor,
Or make a tumult of my purpose.
Surg. Neither
I hope will be your need Sir; I shall bring you
Both there, and off again without the hazard. [Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
Enter Philippo, and Leocadia.
Ph. Will you not hear me!