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_Pol._ Come, I will do it now; 'tis brave, I find it, And now allow the reason.
_Mem._ O do you so, Sir?
Do ye find it currant?
_Pol._ Yes, yes, excellent.
_Mem._ I told ye.
_Pol._ I was foolish: I have here too The rarest way to find the truth out; hark ye?
Ye shall be rul'd by me.
_Mem._ It will be: but--
_Pol._ I reach it, If the worst fall, have at the worst; we'll both go.
But two days, and 'tis thus; ha?
_Mem._ 'Twill do well so.
_Pol._ Then is't not excellent, do ye conceive it?
_Mem._ 'Twill work for certain.
_Pol._ O 'twill tickle her, And you shall know then by a line.
_Mem._ I like it, But let me not be fool'd again.
_Pol._ Doubt nothing, You do me wrong then, get ye in there private As I have taught ye; _Basta_.
_Mem._ Work. [_Exit_ Memnon.
_Pol._ I will do.
_Eum._ Have ye found the cause?
_Pol._ Yes, and the strangest, Gentlemen, That e'r I heard of, anon I'll tell ye: _Stremon_ Be you still near him to affect his fancy, And keep his thoughts off: let the Fool and Boy Stay him, they may do some pleasure too: _Eumenes_ What if he had a Wench, a handsome Wh.o.r.e brought, Rarely drest up, and taught to state it?
_Eum._ Well Sir.
_Pol._ His cause is meerly heat: and made believe It were the Princess mad for him.
_Eum._ I think 'Twere not amiss.
_1 Cap._ And let him kiss her.
_Pol._ What else?
_2 Cap._ I'll be his Bawd an't please you, young and wholesome I can a.s.sure ye he shall have.
_Eum._ Faith let him.
_Pol._ He shall, I hope 'twill help him, walk a little.
I'll tell you how his case stands, and my project In which you may be mourners, but by all means Stir not you from him, _Stremon_.
_Strem._ On our lives, Sir. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Priestess, _and_ Chilax.
_Pri._ O y'are a precious man! two days in town And never see your old Friend?
_Chi._ Prithee pardon me.
_Pri._ And in my Conscience if I had not sent.
_Chi._ No more, I would ha' come; I must.
_Pri._ I find ye, G.o.d a mercy want, ye never care for me But when your Slops are empty.
_Chi._ Ne'r fear that, Wench; Shall find good currant Coin still; Is this the old House?
_Pri._ Have ye forgot it?
_Chi._ And the door still standing That goes into the Temple?
_Pri._ Still.
_Chi._ The Robes too, That I was wont to s.h.i.+ft in here?
_Pri._ All here still.
_Chi._ O ye tuff Rogue, what troubles have I trotted through!
What fears and frights! every poor Mouse a Monster That I heard stir, and every stick I trod on, A sharp sting to my Conscience.
_Pri._ 'Las poor Conscience.
_Chi._ And all to liquor thy old Boots, Wench.
_Pri._ Out Beast: How you talk!
_Chi._ I am old, Wench, And talking to an old man is like a stomacher, It keeps his blood warm.
_Pri._ But pray tell me--
_Chi._ Any thing.
_Pri._ Where did the Boy meet with ye? at a Wench sure?
At one end of a Wench, a Cup of Wine, sure?
_Chi._ Thou know'st I am too honest.
