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 well 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._