490Qu. Whiles yet the dewe's on ground,

491Gather those Flowers,

492Make haste. Who ha's the note of them?

493Lady. I Madam.

494Queen. Dispatch. Exit Ladies.

495Now Master Doctor, haue you brought those drugges?

496Cor. Pleaseth your Highnes, I: here they are, Madam:

497But I beseech your Grace, without offence

498(My Conscience bids me aske) wherefore you haue

499Commanded of me these most poysonous Compounds,

500Which are the moouers of a languishing death:

501But though slow, deadly.

502Qu. I wonder, Doctor,

503Thou ask'st me such a Question: Haue I not bene

504Thy Pupill long? Hast thou not learn'd me how

505To make Perfumes? Distill? Preserue? Yea so,

506That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft

507For my Confections? Hauing thus farre proceeded,

508(Vnlesse thou think'st me diuellish) is't not meete

509That I did amplifie my iudgement in

510Other Conclusions? I will try the forces

511Of these thy Compounds, on such Creatures as

512We count not worth the hanging (but none humane)

513To try the vigour of them, and apply

514Allayments to their Act, and by them gather

515Their seuerall vertues, and effects.

516Cor. Your Highnesse

517Shall from this practise, but make hard your heart:

518Besides, the seeing these effects will be

519Both noysome, and infectious.

520Qu. O content thee.

522Heere comes a flattering Rascall, vpon him

523Will I first worke: Hee's for his Master,

524And enemy to my Sonne. How now Pisanio?

525Doctor, your seruice for this time is ended,

526Take your owne way.

527Cor. I do suspect you, Madam,

528But you shall do no harme.

529Qu. Hearke thee, a word.

530Cor. I do not like her. She doth thinke she ha's

531Strange ling'ring poysons: I do know her spirit,

532And will not trust one of her malice, with

533A drugge of such damn'd Nature. Those she ha's,

534Will stupifie and dull the Sense a-while,

535Which first (perchance) shee'l proue on Cats and Dogs,

536Then afterward vp higher: but there is

537No danger in what shew of death it makes,

538More then the locking vp the Spirits a time,

539To be more fresh, reuiuing. She is fool'd

540With a most false effect: and I, the truer,

541So to be false with her.

542Qu. No further seruice, Doctor,

543Vntill I send for thee.

544Cor. I humbly take my leaue. Exit.

545Qu. Weepes she still (saist thou?)

546Dost thou thinke in time

547She will not quench, and let instructions enter

548Where Folly now possesses? Do thou worke:

549When thou shalt bring me word she loues my Sonne,

550Ile tell thee on the instant, thou art then

551As great as is thy Master: Greater, for

552His Fortunes all lye speechlesse, and his name

553Is at last gaspe. Returne he cannot, nor

554Continue where he is: To shift his being,

555Is to exchange one misery with another,

556And euery day that comes, comes to decay

557A dayes worke in him. What shalt thou expect

558To be depender on a thing that leanes?

559Who cannot be new built, nor ha's no Friends

560So much, as but to prop him? Thou tak'st vp

561Thou know'st not what: But take it for thy labour,

562It is a thing I made, which hath the King

563Fiue times redeem'd from death. I do not know

564What is more Cordiall. Nay, I prythee take it,

565It is an earnest of a farther good

566That I meane to thee. Tell thy Mistris how

567The case stands with her: doo't, as from thy selfe;

568Thinke what a chance thou changest on, but thinke

569Thou hast thy Mistris still, to boote, my Sonne,

570Who shall take notice of thee. Ile moue the King

571To any shape of thy Preferment, such

572As thou'lt desire: and then my selfe, I cheefely,

573That set thee on to this desert, am bound

574To loade thy merit richly. Call my women. Exit Pisa.

575Thinke on my words. A slye, and constant knaue,

576Not to be shak'd: the Agent for his Master,

577And the Remembrancer of her, to hold

578The hand-fast to her Lord. I haue giuen him that,

579Which if he take, shall quite vnpeople her

580Of Leidgers for her Sweete: and which, she after

581Except she bend her humor, shall be assur'd

582To taste of too.

584So, so: Well done, well done:

585The Violets, Cowslippes, and the Prime-Roses

586Beare to my Closset: Fare thee well, Pisanio.

587Thinke on my words. Exit Qu. and Ladies

588Pisa. And shall do:

589But when to my good Lord, I proue vntrue,

590Ile choake my selfe: there's all Ile do for you. Exit.