Wi. Would she had come sooner, and ha sav'd some blood.
Fr. Dost bleed?
Wild. Yes certainly, I can both see and feel it.
Fr. Now I well hope it is not dangerous;
Give me thy hand, as [farre as] honor guides me,
I'll know thee again.
Wild. I thank thee heartily;
I know not where to get a Surgeon;
This vision troubles me, sure she is living,
And I was foolish blind, I could not find it;
I bleed apace still, and my heart grows heavy,
If I go far I faint, I'll knock at this house,
They may be charitable, would 'twere perfect day.
Enter Mistriss.
Mist. 'Tis not he: What would you, Sir?
Wild. I would crave a little rest Lady,
And for my hurts some Surgerie, I am a Gentleman
That fortune of a fight—
Mist. A handsome Gentleman,
Alas he bleeds, a very handsome Gentleman.
Wild. A sweet young wench, beshrew my heart a fair one;
Fortune has made me some recompence.