Fireb. Madam, you cannot read it, for, being thrown Into the sea, the water has so damaged it That none but priests could ever read it since.
Q. C. S. And do you think I can believe this tale?
Fireb. I order you to believe it, and you must.
Q. C. S. Proud and imperious man, I can't believe it.
Religion, law, and physick, were design'd
By heaven the greatest blessings on mankind;
But priests, and lawyers, and physicians, made
These general goods to each a private trade;
With each they rob, with each they fill their purses,
And turn our benefits into our curses. [Exit.
Fust. Law and Physick. Where's Law?
Enter PHYSIC.
Phys. Sir, Law, going without the playhouse passage, was taken up by a lord chief-justice's warrant.
Fireb. Then we must go on without him.
Fust. No, no, stay a moment; I must get somebody else to rehearse the part. Pox take all warrants for me! if I had known this before I would have satirized the law ten times more than I have.