Doct. Please her appetite
And do it home, it cures her ipso facto,
The melancholly humor that infects her.
Woo. I am of your mind, Doctor.
Enter Jailor, Daughter, Maid.
Doct. You'll find it so; she comes, pray honor her.
Jail. Come, your Love Palamon stays for you child,
And has done this long hour, to visit you.
Daugh. I thank him for his gentle patience,
He's a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him,
Did you never see the horse he gave me?
Jail. Yes.
Daugh. How do you like him?
Jail. He's a very fair one.
Daugh. You never saw him dance?