Host. I, I, he learnt it of Kelly in Germanny.
There's not a Chymist
In christendome can goe beyond him for multiplying.
Pedant. Take heed then;
He get not up your daughters belly my Host.
Host. You are a merry Gentleman
And the man of art will love you the better.
Dancer. Does he love mirth and crotchets?
Host. O he's the most courteous Physitian,
You may drink or drab in's company freely,
The better he knows how your disease grows,
The better he knows how to cure it.
Danc. But I wonder my Host
He has no more resort of Ladyes to him.
Host. Why Sir?
Dan. O divers of them have great beleif in conjurers:
Lechery is a great help to the quality.
Host. He's scarce known to be in town yet,
Ere long we shall have 'em come
Hurrying hither in Fetherbeds.
Dan. How? bedridden?