_Gent._ I would take Physick.

_Lieu._ But I would know my disease first.

_Leon._ Why? it may be the Colique: canst thou blow

_Lieu._ There's never a bag-pipe in the Kingdom better.

_Gent._ Is't not a pleuresie?

_Lieu._ 'Tis any thing
That has the Devil, and death in't: will ye march Gentlemen?
The Prince has taken leave.

_Leo._ How know ye that?

_Lieu._ I saw him leave the Court, dispatch his followers,
And met him after in a by street: I think
He has some wench, or such a toy, to lick over
Before he go: would I had such another
To draw this foolish pain down.

_Leo._ Let's away Gentlemen,
For sure the Prince will stay on us.

_Gent._ We'l attend Sir. [Exeunt.