Act 3 — SCENE V.[301]
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SCENE V.[301]
Before Lipsalve’s Chamber-door.
Enter Gudgeon without his doublet, a whip in his hand.
ᚨGud. O the naked pastimes of love, the scourge of dulness, the purifier of uncleanness, and the hot-house of humanity! I have taken physic of master Purge any time this twelvemonths to purge my humour upon’s wife, and I have ever found her so fugitive, from exercise[302] to exercise, and from Family to Family, that I could never yet open the close-stool of my mind to her; so that I may 159well say with Ovid, Hei mihi,[303] quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis! Now am I driven to prove the violent virtue of conjuration: if it hit, and that I yerk my Familist out of the spirit, I’ll hang up my scourge-stick for a trophy, and emparadize my thoughts: though the doctor go to the devil, ’tis no matter. Ha, let me see: Lipsalve’s door open, and himself out of town? Excellent doctor, soothsaying doctor, oraculous doctor!
[Enters the chamber.