[Here is heard a sodain twang of Instruments, and the Rose falls from the Tree.
The Flower is fall'n, the Tree descends: oh Mistriss
Thou here dischargest me, I shall be gather'd,
I think so, but I know not thine own Will;
Unclaspe th[y] Mistery: I hope she's pleas'd,
Her Signs were gracious.
[They curt'sey, and Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Doctor, Jaylor, and Woo[e]r, in habit of Palamon.
Doct. Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her?
Woo. Oh very much; the Maids that kept her company
Have half perswaded her that I am Palamon; within this
Half hour she came smiling to me, and ask'd me what I
Would eat, and when I would kiss her: I told her,
Presently, and kist her twice.
Doct. 'Twas well done; twenty times had been far better,
For there the cure lies mainly.
Woo. Then she told me
She would watch with me to night, for well she knew
What hour my fit would take me.