CLIN. A friend.
MAR. Come near: what, captain, is it you?
CLIN. Even I, fair Marian, watching carefully
The blessed step of opportunity.
MAR. Good, good! how fortune gluts me with excess!
Still they that have enough shall meet with more.
CLIN. But where's the doctor?
MAR. Ministering abroad
Physic to some sick patients he retains.
CLIN. Let him abroad, I'll minister at home
Such physic shall content my Marian.
CAS. O monstrous! now the world must see my shame.
This head must bear whatever likes[461] my dame. [Aside.]
MAR. I have no malady requires a cure.
CLIN. Why, then, must I assume a sick man's part
And all my sickness lieth at my heart?
'Tis the heart-burning that torments me so.