Act 3 — SCENE IV.
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Lipsalve’s Chamber.
Enter Lipsalve without his doublet, a whip in his hand.
Lip. Fortune, devil’s turd i’ thy teeth! I’ll turn no more o’ thy wheel: art is above thy might. What though my project with mistress Maria failed? more ways to the wood than one; there’s variety in love. It is believed I am out of town; my door is open: the hour is at hand; all things squared by the doctor’s rule; and now I look for the spirit to bring me warm comfort to clothe my nakedness, and that is mistress Purge, the cordial of a Familist; and come quickly, good spirit, or else my teeth will chatter for thee. [Scene shuts.