Item, Needle, Keep, Pleasance.
Item. Where's Mr. Doctor?
Nee. O, Mr. Tim Item,
His learned 'Pothecary! you are welcome:
He is withing at Dinner.
Item. Dinner! d**h!
That he will eat now, having such a business,
That so concerns him!
Nee. Why, can any business
Concern a man like his Meat?
Ite. O twenty Millions,
To a Physician that's in practice: I
Do bring him news, from all the points o' the Compa**,
(that's all the parts of the sublunary Globe)
Of times, and double times.
Nee. In, in, sweet Item,
And furnish forth the Table with your news:
Deserve your Dinner: Sow out your whole Bag full:
The Guests will hear it.
Ite. I heard they were out.
Nee. But they are piec'd, and put together again;
You may go in, you'll find them at high eating:
The Parson has an edifying Stomach.
And a persuading Palate (like his name:)
He hath begun three draughts of Sack in Donctrines,
And four in Uses.
Ite. And they follow him.
Nee. No, Sir Diaphanous is a Recusant
In Sack. He only takes it in French Wine,
With an allay of Water. In, in, Item,
And leave your peeping.
Keep. I have a months mind,
To peep a little too. Sweet, Mas' Needle,
how are they set?
Nee. At the Boards-end my lady --
Keep. And my young Mrs. by her?
Nee. Yes, the Parson
On the right-hand (as he'll not lose his place
for thrusting) and 'gainst him Mrs. Polish:
Next, Sir Diaphanous, against Sir Moath;
Knights, one again another: then the Soldier,
The man of War; and man of Peace, the Lawyer:
Then the Pert Doctor, and the politick Bias,
And Mr. Compa** circumscribeth all.
Ple. Nurse Keep, nurse Keep!
[ A noise withing.
Nee. What noise is that within?
Ple. Come to my Mistris, all their Weapons are out.
Nee. Mischief of men! what day, what hour is this?
Keep. Run for the Cellar of Strong-waters, quickly.