Un.  A great deale better than I did; and yet I have lov’d her this halfe yeare in a kind of way.  O’ my conscience why may not I marry her?

Ri.  This Jewell was sent by her mother to her.

Un.  Deere Uncle conseale till I have talk’d with her.  Oh for some witchcraft to make all sure.

Ri.  I like this well; shees here.

    Enter Dorothy.

Un.  I vow, Mistris Dorothy, if I were immodest twas the meere impudence of my sack and not my owne disposition; but if you please to accept my love now, by the way of Marriage, I will make you satisfaction like a gentleman in the point of honour.

Do.  Your birth and estate is to high and unequall for me, sir.

Un.  What care I for a portion or a face!  She that has good eyes has good——­Give me vertue.

Do.  You are pleas’d to make your mirth of me.

Un.  By this Rubie, nay you shall weare it in the broad eye of the world, dost thinke I am in Jeast.

Do.  Sir Richard—­

Un.  And were he ten Sir Richards, I am out of my wardship.

Do.—­How he flutters in the lime bush! it takes rarely.

Un.  What a necessary thing now were a household Chaplaine.

[Ext. [Dorothy & Underwit.

Ri.  So, so, the wench inclines.  I will hasten my journey that I may appear with more excuse when they are married in my absence.

    Enter Captaine and Engine.

Cap.  Sir, I heare you are for London presentlie; It will concerne you take this gentleman Along w’ee to bee cur’d.

Ri.  Mr. Engine sick!

Cap.  Oh, sir,
Dangerously; he has purg’d his stomack, but the ill spiritts
Are flowne into his head and spoild his eares. 
He was ever troubled with Devices in his head;
I stronglie feare he must have his scull open’d,
His brains are very foule within.  I know
And can direct you to an excle’nt Surgeon.

En.  I cannot heare you, Captaine—­

Cap.  One that has a rare dexteritie at lanceing
Or opening of a stomack that has crudities;
So neat at separation of a limbe
And quartering of treason.

Ri.  You meane the hangman?

Cap.  He has practised late to mend his hand, and now With the very wind and flourish of his instrument He will strike flatt a projector at twelve score.

Ri.  Does he not heare you?

Cap.  He has lost that sence he saies, unless he counterfeits;
It wilbe your securitie to see him
Safe in the Surgeons hands.
                                  [they whisper.