ow my wife, is his onely Daughter and
heire.

_Do_. Who has guld you thus? I am no knights _Daughter_;
You may share your poeticall invention, sir.

_De_. Give you joy, Captaine.

_Un_. She is still loth to confesse it.

_Enter Sir Francis, Lady, Courtwell, Sister, Captaine_.

_Fra_. If you have charity a bone setter.

_La_. He does counterfeit rarely.--Wheres Sir _Richard_?

_Fra_. He rid before, but I sent my footman to tell him this misfortune.
Oh, Madam!

_La_.--This is better then the toothack; he carries it excellently.

_Fra_. Aske me no torturing questions; I desire,
Madam, a little conference with you.
Ile thanke the rest if they withdraw: oh!

[_Cou_.[278]] Letts leave him.

_Un_. Wee'le to my chamber, captaine.

_Cap_. You have a mind to examine the business privatly?

_Do_. No, good Captaine, you may be present.

_Cou_. Come, _Thomas_, thou shat be witnes, too.

[_Ext. all but Sir Francis and Lady_.

_La_. They are gone; they feigne most artificially,
Let me embrace you.

_Fra_. Oh, take heed.

_La_. What's the matter?

_Fra_. Tis no dissembling,--Madam; I have had
A fall indeed, a dreadfull fall; I feele it.
I thinke my horse saw the Divell in some hedge:
Ere I had rid three furlongs, gave a start,
Pitcht me of ons back like a barr and broke
A flint with my shoulder, I thinke, which strooke fire too;
There was something like it in my eyes, Ime punish'd.

_La_. But is this serious? are you hurt indeed?

_Fra_. Hurt? I ha broke my shoulder feelingly,
And I am of opinion when I doe
Enjoy you, Madam, I shall breake my neck;
That will be next. Ile take this for a warning
And will leave of in tyme.

_La_. This makes me tremble.

_Fra_. I will be honest now; and so forgive me.
Not the Surgeon come yet?

_La_. Heaven hath cur'd us both.

_Fra_. I am not cured yet. Oh for the bone setter!
If ere I counterfeit agen.

_La_. There is a blessing falne upon my blood.
Your only charme had power to make my thoughts
Wicked, and your conversion disinchants me;
May both our lives be such as heaven may not
Grieve to have shew'd this bounty.

_Enter Courtwell_.

_Cou_. Sir _Richard_, Madam.

_La_. You may enter now, sir.

_Enter the rest and Sir Richard_.

_Ri_. I do not like this stratageme; Sir _Francis_
Must not heere practise his Court tricks; I wo'not
_Enter Surgeon_.
Trust my wives surgerie. Hee's come.--How ist,
Noble Sir _Francis_? Best wit