Agrip. There’s nothing in the world, but may for gold
Be bought in England; hold your lap, I’ll rain
A shower of angels.
Andel. Fie, fie, fie, fie, you no credit le dockature? Ha, but vel, ’tis all one for tat: ’tis no mattera for gold! vel, vel, vel, vel, vel, me have some more, prea say noting, shall be presently prepara for your horns.
(Aside.) She has my purse, and yonder lies my hat,
Work, brains, and once more make me fortunate.—
Vel, vel, vel, vel, be patient, madam, presently, presently! Be patient, me have two, tree, four and five medicines for de horn: presently, madam, stand you der, prea wid all my art, stand you all der, and say noting,—so! nor look noting dis vey. So, presently, presently, madam, snip dis horn off wid de rushes and anoder ting by and by, by and by, by and by. Prea look none dis vey, and say noting. [Takes his hat.
Athelst. Let no man speak, or look, upon his life.
Doctor, none here shall rob thee of thy skill.
Andel. So, taka dis hand: winck now prea artely with your two nyes: why so.
Would I were with my brother Ampedo! [Exit with Agripyne.
Agrip. Help, father, help, I am hurried hence perforce.
Athelst. Draw weapons, where’s the princess? follow him,
Stay the French doctor, stay the doctor there. [Cornwall and others run out, and presently re-enter.
Cornw. Stay him! ’s heart, who dare stay him? ’tis the devil
In likeness of a Frenchman, of a doctor.
Look how a rascal kite having swept up
A chicken in his claws, so flies this hell-hound
In th’ air with Agripyne in his arms.