e _Curianet_ about your
vite necke; my harte be close tie to you as your fine Buske or de fine
Gartra boute your fine legge.

_Hans_. A good sencible Doctor; how feelinglie he talkes.

_Doct_. A plage a de Marshan! blowe wind!

_Han_. You need not curse him, sir; he has the stormes at Sea by this
time.

_Doct_. O _forte bien_! a good Sea-sick jeast by this faire hand: blowe
wind for mee! puh, he no come heere, Madame.

_Flo_. Come, noble Earle, let your kind presence grace
Our feast prepard for this obdurate Lord,
And give some comfort to his sorrowfull bride
Who in her pitteous teares swims after him.

_Doct_. Me beare you company, signior _Flores_.

_Flor_. It shall not need, sir.

_Doct_. Be garr, dis be de sweet haven for me for anchor.

_Flor_. You are a sweet smell-feast,[57] Doctor; that I see.
Ile [have] no such tub-hunters use my house.
Therefore be gone, our marriage feast is dasht.

_Doct_. Vat speake a me de feast? me spurne a, me kick a de feast; be
garr, me tell a me do de grand grace, de favor for suppa, for dina, for
eata with dee; be garrs blur, we have at home de restorative, de
quintessence, de pure destill goulde, de Nector, de Ambrosia.
_Zacharee_, make ready de fine partricke, depaste de grand _Otamon_.

_Han_. _Zacharee_ is not heere, sir, but Ile do it for you. What is that
_Otomon_, sir?

_Doct_. O de grand Bayaret de Mahomet, de grand Turgur, be garr.

_Ha_. O a Turkie, sir, you would have rosted, would you? Call you him
an _Otoman_?

_Doct_. Have de whole ayre of Fowle at commaund?

_Flor_. You have the foole[58] at command, sir: you might have bestowed
your selfe better. Wil't[59] please you walke, M. Doct. Dodypoll.

[_Exeunt all but the Doctor_.

_Doct_. How? Doddie poole? garrs blurr, Doctor Doddie, no point poole.
You be paltrie Jacke knave, by garr: de doctor is nicast, de doctor is
rage, de doctor is furie, be gar, the doctor is horrible, terrible
furie. Vell, derre be a ting me tinke; be gars blur, me know, me be
revenge me tella de Duke. Vell, me say no more: chok a de selfe, foule
churle, fowle, horrible, terrible pigge, pye Cod.

[_Exit_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Lea_. I wonder what varietie of sights
Retaines your father and the prince so long
With signior _Flores_?

_Hya_. O signior _Flores_ is a man so ample
In every complement of entertainement,
That guests with him are, as in B