Doct. That's but a niceness,
Nev'r cast your child away for honesty;
Cure her first this way, then if she will be honest,
She has the path before her.
Jail. Thank ye Doctor.
Doct. Pray bring her in
And let's see how she is.
Jail. I will, and tell her
Her Palamon staies for her: but Doctor,
Methinks you are i' th' wrong still. [Exit Jaylor.
Doct. Goe, goe: you Fathers are fine fools: her honesty?
And we should give her physick till we find that:
Woo. Why, do you think she is not honest, Sir?
Doct. How old is she?
Woo. She's eighteen.
Doct. She may be,
But that's all one, 'tis nothing to our purpose,
What ev'r her Father saies, if you perceive
Her Mood inclining that way that I spoke of
Videlicet, The way of flesh, you have me.
Woo. Yes very well Sir.