Ben Jonson - The Magnetick Lady. Act 5. Scene 1. lyrics

Needle, Item. Nee. Troth, Mr. Item, here's a House divided, And quarter'd into parts, by your Doctors Engine. H'Has cast out such aspersions on my Ladies Niece here, of having had a Child; as hardly will be wip'd off, I doubt. Ite. Why, is't not true? Nee. True! did you think it? Ite. Was she not in labour? The Mid-wife sent for? Ite. There's your error now! Yo' ha' drunk of the same Water. Ite. I believ'd it, And gave it out too. Nee. More you wrong'd the Party; She had no such thing about her, innocent Creature! Jem. What had she then? only a fit o' the Mother! They burnt old Shooes, Goose-feathers, Assa faetida, A few Horn-shavings, about the House. Ite. Is't possible? Nee. See it, and then report it. Ite. Our Doctors Urinal-judgement is half crack'd then. Nee. Crack't i'the case, most hugely, with my Lady, And sad Sir Moath, her Brother; who is now Under a Cloud a little. Ite. Of what? Disgrace? Nee. He is commited to Rud-hudibras, The Captain Ironside, upon displeasure, From Mr. Compa**, but it will blow off. Ite. The Doctor shall reverse his instantly, And set all right again: if you'll a**ist But in a toy, Squire Needle, comes i' my Noddle now. Nee. Good, Needle and Noddle! what may't be? I long for't. Ite. Why, but to go to Bed: fain a distemper Of walking i' your sleep, or talking in't A little idly, but so much, as on it The Doctor may have ground to raise a cure For's Reputation. Nee. Any thing, to serve The worship o' the Man I love and honour.