AND. Take it, sweet. There is A diamond in my band-string; if you have A mind to that, I pray, make use of't too.
SHAPE. In troth, a stone of lustre. I assure you, It darts a pretty light, a veget spark,[221] It seems an eye upon your breast.
AND. Nay, take it, For love's sake, take it then: leave nothing that Looks like an eye about me.
SHAPE. My good Andrew, 'Cause of thy resolution, I'll perform This office for thee. Take my word for't, this Shall ne'er betray thee. [_Exit_ SHAPE.
AND. Farewell, honest Jany; I cannot see to thank thee, my sweet Jany. Tutor, your hand; good tutor, lead me wisely.
MEAN. Take comfort, man; I have good news for thee: Thine eyes shall be thine own before next morning. [_Exeunt._
SHAPE. He's a good friend of mine, and I presume Upon your secrecy.
CHIR. O sir, the deed By which it came was not more close. D' y' think I would undo myself by twitting? 'Twere To bring the gallants all about mine ears, And make me mine own patient. I'm faithful And secret, though a barber.
SHAPE. Nay, but hear me; He's very modest: 'twas his first attempt Procur'd him this infirmity. He will Be bashful, I am sure, and won't be known Of any such thing at the first. You must Be sure to put him to't.
CHIR. Let me alone: He knows not yet the world, I do perceive. It is as common now with gentlemen, As 'tis to follow fashion: only here Lieth the difference, that they keep in this A little longer. I shall have so much Upon your word, sir?
SHAPE. If you do perform The cure by that time, twenty pieces, sir: You are content?
CHIR. It shall be done [_Exit_ SHAPE. According to your own prescription. Sit down, I pray you, sir: this gentleman Is a good friend of yours.
MER. Indeed he is a very honest man, As any one can wish to deal with, verily.
MER. I am most ready To do him any service truly. Pray you, Good brother, don't delay me: I'm in haste.
CHIR. _Indeed-and truly-verily-good brother!_ How could these milksop words e'er get him company That could procure the pox? [_Aside_.] Where do you feel You[r] grief most trouble you?
MER. I'm very well: what mean you, brother?
CHIR. Nay, be not so modest: 'Tis no such heinous fault, as that you should Seek thus to hide it; mere ill-fortune only--