Doct. I am glad ye are grown so merry.
Nor. Welcome Gent[l]emen.
Enter Astor., and Castr.
Ast. We come to see you, Sir; and glad we are
To see you thus, thus forward to your health, Sir.
Nor. I thank my Doctor here.
Doct. Nay, thank your self, Sir,
For by my troth, I know not how he's cur'd,
He ne'r observes any of our prescriptions.
Nor. Give me my Money again then, good sweet Doctor,
Wilt thou have twenty shillings a day for vexing me.
Doct. That shall not serve ye Sir; [Drums afar off. A low March.
Nor. Th[e]n forty shall Sir,
And that will make ye speak well: hark the Drums.
Cast. They begin to beat to th' field: Oh noble Dane,
Never was such a stake, I hope of innocence
Plaid for in Malta, and in bloud before.