Montr. An Irish kerne sold me Damasco apples
Some two hours since, and like a credulous fool—
He swearing to me that they had this power
To make me strong in body, rich in mind—
I did believe his words, tasted his fruit,
And since have been attired in this disguise.
Longa. I fear that villain hath beguiled me too.
Cornw. Nay before God he has not cozened you,
You have it soundly.
Longa. Me he made believe,
One apple of Damasco would inspire
My thoughts with wisdom, and upon my cheeks
Would cast such beauty that each lady’s eye,
Which looked on me, should love me presently.
Agrip. Desire to look more fair, makes me more fool,[404]
Those apples did entice my wandering eye,
To be enamoured of deformity.
Athelst. This proves that true, which oft I have heard in schools,
Those that would seem most wise, do turn most fools.
Linc. Here’s your best hope, none needs to hide his face,
For hornèd foreheads swarm in every place.
Enter Chester, with Andelocia disguised as a French Soldier.
Athelst. Now, Chester, what physicians hast thou found?
Chest. Many, my liege, but none that have true skill
To tame such wild diseases: yet here’s one,
A doctor and a Frenchman, whom report
Of Agripyne’s grief hath drawn to court.