BLAZE

Be comforted good Sir, my house, which now You may be pleased to call your own, is large Enough to hold you all; and for your sorrows, You came to loose them: And I hope the means Is readily at hand: The Doctor's coming, Who, as by Letters, I advertised you, Is the most promising man to cure your Son, The Kingdom yields; it will astonish you To hear the marvels he hath done in cures Of such distracted ones, as is your son, And not so much by bodily Physic (no! He sends few Recipes to the Apothecaries) As medicine of the mind, which he infuses So skilfully, yet by familiar ways, That it begets both wonder and delight In his observers, while the stupid patient Finds health at unawares. Then isle tell you Sir, He cured a Country gentleman, that fell mad For spending of his land before he sold it: That is, 'twas sold to pay his debts: All went That way, for a dead horse, as one would say, He had not money left to buy his dinner, Upon that wholesale day. This was a cause, Might make a gentleman mad you'll say; and him It did, as mad as land less Squire could be. This Doctor by his art removed his madness, And mingled so much wit among his brains, That, by the overflowing of it merely, He gets and spends five hundred pound a year now, As merrily as any Gentleman In Derbyshire; I name no man. But this Was pretty well you'll say. There was a Lady mad, I name no Lady: but stark mad she was, As any in the Country, City, or almost In Court could be. With study; Tedious and painful study: And for what Now can you think? No, it to find a way to love her husband, Because she did not, and her friends rebuked her. She was seven years in search of it, & could not, Though she consumed his whole estate by it. No; he was not born With wit enough to lose, but mad was she Until this Doctor took her into cure, And now she lies as lovingly on a flockebed With her own Knight, as she had done on down With many others, but I name no parties, Yet this was well you'll say. Then sir, of Officers, and men of place, Whose senses were so numbed, they understood not Bribes from Due fees, and fell on premunires, He has cured diverse, that can now distinguish, And know both when, and how to take, of both; And grow most safely rich by't, tother day He set the brains of and Attorney right, That were quite topsy turvy overturned In a pitch over the Bar; so that (poor man) For many Moons, he knew not whither he Went on his heeels or's head, till he was brought To this rare Doctor, now he walkets again, As upright in his calling, as the boldest Amongst them. This was well you'll say. And then for horn mad Citizens my neigh bours, He cures them by the dozens, and we live As gently with our wives, as Rams with Ewes. 'slid he has almost catched me; No Sir no, I name no parties I, But wish you merry; I strain to make you so, and could tell forty Notable cures of his to pass the time Until he comes. Mine sir he did: God's-foot I am catched again. Never in public: Nor endures the name Of Doctor, though I call him so, but lives With and odd Lord in town, that looks Like no Lord, My Doctor goes more Like a Lord then he. Ex. Doctor. Oh welcome sir, I sent mine own wife for you: Would you brought her home again? Yes sir, this Gentleman's wife, and his sons wife: They all ail something, but his son ('tis thought) Is falling into madness, and is brought Up by his careful father to the town here To be your patient, speak with him about it. the old man's jealous Of his young wife; I find him by the question He put me to ere while. They'll have mad children then. So, he has found him. Now Bab, what news? How prettily Like a fool she talks? And she were not mine own wife, I could be So taken with her. I have not yet my Lord, but all's in readiness, According to the Heralds full directions. Full four descents beyond The conquest my good Lord, and finds that one Of your French ancestry came in with the conqueror. I cannot think my Lord They'll follow you in this though. It is my Lord, and laughed at by a many. I am more beholding to them, then all the rest: Their laughter makes me merry; others mirth, And not mine own it is, that feeds me that Battens me as poor men's cost do's Usurers. But tell me Blaze, what say they of me, would? They say my Lord you look more Like a pedlar, Then Like a Lord, and live more Like and Emperor. More then to feel't. Yes my Lord i'th country when you are there. I know my Lord Your house in substance is and Amphitheater Of exercise and pleasure. Rather and Emperor's my Lord. My Lord 'tis well. Tell him it wants a finger! My small wit, Already finds what finger it must fit. My Lord, Sir understands the course you're in, By your letters he tells me; and bade me give you This Ring, which wants a finger here he says So, so, the Ring has found a finger. To bed, to bed, to bed: I know your voyage, And my deer Lords deer plot, I understand, Whose Ring hath passed here by your flight of hand. TO night sayest thou my Hughball ? My Lord, J am become your honours usher, To these your guests. The worthy Mr. Joyless, With his fair wife, and daughter in law. Is there a partly for me? how shall I study't? Then if I do not act Nothing as well as the best of them, let me be hist. Exit. Bab ! art thou here? Yes, yes. I lay with the Butler. Who was thy bedfellow? Yes, with the Doctor in the Bridechamber. But had you two no waggery? Would! Nay facks I am not jealous Thou knowest I was cured long since, and how. I jealous! I and ass. A man shall n't ask His wife shortly, how such a gentleman does? Or how such a gentleman did? or which did best? But she must think him jealous. Within, or without, or over, or under, I have no time to think of such poor things. Oh ho Bab. This is a shape. Thou'lt see me in't anon; but shalt not know me From the starkst fool ith' Town. And I must dance Naked in't Bab. Yes Bab. My Lord gave order for't last night. It should have been ith' Play: But because that Was broke off, he will have't today. Oh, but I did though Bab, two Mutes. Fie fool, thou understandest not what a Mute is. A Mute is a dumb Speaker in the Play. That's a Bull too, as wise as you are Bab. A Mute is one that acteth speakingly, And yet says nothing. I did two of them. The Sage Man-midwife, and the Basketmaker. Prithee good Bab, Come in, and help me on with't in our Tiring-house. And help the Gentlemen, my fellow dancers, And thou shalt then see all our things, and all Our properties and practice to the Music. 'Twill work.