Doct. Know? what you know? You no see your selfe, by garr me see you; me speake vatt me see; you no point speake so:
Han. Peace, Doctor, I vise you. Do not court in my maisters hearing, you were best.
Enter Flores.
Flo. Where are these wooers heere? poore sillie men,
Highly deceiv'd to gape for marriage heere
Onely for gaine: I have another reache
More high then their base spirits can aspire:
Yet must I use this Doctors secret aide,
That hath alreadie promist me a drug
Whose vertue shall effect my whole desires.
Doct. O Monsieur Flores, mee be your worships servant; mee lay my hand under your Lordships foote by my trot.
Flo. O maister Doctor, you are welcome to us, And you, Albertus, it doth please me much To see you vowed rivalls thus agree.
Doct. Agree? by my trot sheele not have him.
Ma. You finde not that in your urins, M. Doctor.
Doct. Mounsieur Flores, come hedder, pray.
Flo. What sayes maister Doctor? have you remembred me?