Lieu.  Oh, I beseech you, Sir:  I feel you sensibly ere you come near me.

Dem.  He’s finely wrought, he must be cut, no Cure else, And suddenly, you see how fast he blows out.

Lieu.  Good Master Doctors, let me be beholding to you, I feel I cannot last.

2 Phy.  For what Lieutenant?

Lieu.  But ev’n for half a dozen Cans of good Wine, That I may drink my will out:  I faint hideously. (men,

Dem.  Fetch him some Wine; and since he must go Gentle—­Why let him take his journey merrily.

Enter Servant with Wine.

Lieu.  That’s ev’n the nearest way.

Leo.  I could laugh dead now.

Dem.  Here, off with that.

Lieu.  These two I give your Grace, A poor remembrance of a dying man, Sir, And I beseech you wear ’em out.

Dem._ I will Souldier, These are fine Legacies.

Lieu.  Among the Gentlemen, Even all I have left; I am a poor man, naked, Yet something for remembra[n]ce:  four a piece Gentlemen, And so my body where you please.

Leo.  It will work.

Lieu.  I make your Grace my Executor, and I beseech ye See my poor Will fulfill’d:  sure I shall walk else.

Dem.  As full as they can be fill’d, here’s my hand, Souldier.

1 Gent.  The Wine will tickle him.

Lieut.  I would hear a Drum beat, But to see how I could endure it.

Dem.  Beat a Drum there. [Drum within.

Lieu.  Oh Heavenly Musick, I would hear one sing to’t; I am very full of pain.

Dem.  Sing? ’tis impossible.

Lieu.  Why, then I would drink a Drum full:  Where lies the Enemy?

2 Gent.  Why, here close by.

Leo.  Now he begins to muster.

Lieu.  And dare he fight?  Dare he fight Gentlemen?

1 Phy.  You must not cut him: 
He’s gone then in a moment; all the hope left, is
To work his weakness into suddain anger,
And make him raise his passion above his pain,
And so dispose him on the Enemy;
His body then, being stir’d with violence,
Will purge it self and break the sore.

Dem.  ’Tis true, Sir.

1 Phy.  And then my life for his.

Lieu.  I will not dye thus.

Dem.  But he is too weak to do—­

Lieu.  Dye like a Dog?

2 Phy.  I, he’s weak, but yet he’s heart whole.

Lieu.  Hem.

Dem.  An excellent sign.

Lieu.  Hem.

Dem.  Stronger still, and better.

Lieu.  Hem, hem; ran, tan, tan, tan, tan. [Exit.

1 Phy.  Now he’s i’th’ way on’t.

Dem. Well go thy waies, thou wilt do something certain.