Thier. The name of Father, to what I possess
Is shame and care.
Brun. Were we begot to single happiness
I grant you; but from such a wife, such virtue
To get an heir, what hermet would not find
Deserving argument to break his vow
Even in his age of chastity?
Thier. You teach a deaf man language.
Brun. The cause found out, the malady may cease,
Have you heard of one Forts?
Thier. A learned Astronomer, great Magician,
Who lives hard by retir'd.
Brun. Repair to him, with the just hour and place
Of your nativity; fools are amaz'd at fate,
Griefs but conceal'd are never desperate.
Thier. You have timely waken'd me, nor shall I sleep
Without the satisfaction of his Art. [Exit Thierry.
Enter Lecure.
Brun. Wisdom prepares you to't, Lecure, met happily.
Lecure. The ground answers your purpose, the conve[iance]
Being secure and easie, falling just
Behind the state set for Theodoret.