En. A Megrim in my head.
Ri. Whoes there?
Enter Thomas.
Looke to Mr. Engine heere, he faints, and send
To your Ladie for some Cordiall waters presently.
Tho. There is a Soveraigne Well hard by has done Strange cures: please you, ile throw him into that. Ext. [Thomas; carrying away Engine.
Ri. Though I distast his busines I wod not
He should miscarry here; you frighted him.
But come, I thinke tis supper tyme, Sir Francis.
I shall expect youle hunt with me i'th morning;
I have a pack of Doggs sent me will make
The Forrest ring.
Fra. Ile cheerefully attend you, I love the sport; as earlie as you please, Sir.
Ri. I wish wee had all pleasures to delight you, But no thing wants in my true love to serve you.
Fra.—Yet I must cuckold him; I cannot helpe it.
Act the Third.