2 Phys.  Wilt please your Highnesse then to take this Cordiall?  Gold never truely did you good till now.

King.  ’Tis gone.

2 Phys.  My Lord, it was the perfectst tincture
Of Gold that ever any Art produc’d: 
With it was mixt a true rare Quintessence
Extracted out of Orientall Bezar,[158]
And with it was dissolv’d the Magisteriall
Made of the Horne Armenia so much boast of;
Which, though dull Death had usurp’t Natures right,
Is able to create new life agen.

King.  Why does it good on men and not on Kings? 
We have the selfe-same passages for Nature
With mortall men; our pulses beate like theirs: 
We are subiect unto passions as they are. 
I finde it now, but to my griefe I finde,
Life stands not with us on such ticklish points,
What is’t, because we are Kings, Life takes it leave
With greater state?  No, no; the envious Gods
Maligne our happinesse.  Oh that my breath had power
With my last words to blast their Deities.

1 Phys.  The Cordiall that you tooke requires rest:  For healths sake, good my Lord, repose your selfe.

King.  Yes, any thing for health; draw round the Curtaines.

Dami.  Wee’le watch by him whilst you two doe consult.

1 Phys.  What guesse you by that Urine?

2 Phys.  Surely Death!

1 Phys.  Death certaine, without contradiction,
For though the Urin be a whore and lies,
Yet where I finde her in all parts agree
With other Symtomes of apparent death
Ile give her faith.  Pray, Sir, doe but marke
These black Hypostacies;[159] it plainely shewes
Mortification generally through the spirits;
And you may finde the Pulse to shew as much
By his uncertainty of time and strength.

2 Phys.  We finde the spirits often suffisticated By many accidents, but yet not mortified; A sudden feare will doe it.

1 Phys.  Very right;
But there’s no malitious humour mixt
As in the king:  Sir, you must understand
A Scorpion stung him:  now a Scorpion is
A small compacted creature in whom Earth
Hath the predominance, but mixt with fire,
So that in him Saturne and Mars doe meet. 
This little Creature hath his severall humours,
And these their excrements; these met together,
Enflamed by anger, made a deadly poison;
And by how much the creatures body’s lesse
By so much is the force of Venome more,
As Lightning through a windows Casement
Hurts more than that which enters at the doore.

2 Phys.  But for the way to cure it?

1 Phys.  I know none;
Yet Ancient Writers have prescrib’d us many: 
As Theophrastus holds most excellent
Diophoratick[160] Medicines to expell
Ill vapours from the noble parts by sweate;
But Avices and also Rabby Roses[161]
Doe thinke it better by provoking Urin,
Since by the Urine blood may well be purg’d,
And spirits from the blood have nutriment,
But for my part I ever held opinion
In such a case the Ventosities are best.