SCENE VI.

LIPSALVE’S _Chamber_.

LIPSALVE _discovered, as before_: GLISTER _watching above_.

GLI. I have taken up this standing to see my gallants play at barriers[304] with scourge-sticks, for the honour of my punk:

_Enter_ GUDGEON.

and in good time I see my brave spirits shining in bright armour, nakedly burning in the hell-fire of lechery, and ready for the hot encounter: sound trumpets, the combatants are mounted! [_Aside._ GUD. The apparition! mistress Purge peers through him; I see her. LIP. The spirit appears! but he might have come sooner: I am numbed with cold, a shivering ague hath taken away my courage. GLI. They are afraid one of another: look, how they tremble! the flesh and the devil strengthen ’em! ha, ha, ha! [_Aside._ GUD. Has ’a no cloven feet? what a laxative fever shakes me! LIP. Will ’a not carry me with him to hell? well, I must venture.—_Clogmathos._ GUD. My cue.—_Clogmathathos._ LIP. My cue.—_Garrazin._ GUD. _Garragas._ LIP. _Garrazinos._ GUD. _Ton tetuphon._ LIP. _Tes tetuphes._ BOTH. _With a whirly twinos._ [_They lash one another._ LIP. Hold,[305] hold, hold! GUD. Gogs nowns, gogs blood! LIP. A pox, a plague, the devil take you! GUD. Truce, truce, I smart, I smart. GLI. Ha, ha, ha! O, for one of the hoops of my Cornelius’ tub![306] I must needs be gone, I shall burst myself with laughing else. Magic hath no such rule: men cannot find Lust ever better handled in his kind. [_Aside, and exit above._ GUD. What art thou? with the name of Jove I conjure thee! LIP. With any name, saving the whip; I’ll no more of that conjuration, a plague on’t! GUD. Speak, art not a spirit in the likeness of my friend Lipsalve, that should transform thyself to mistress Purge? LIP. How, a spirit? I hope spirits have no flesh and blood; and I am sure thou hast drawn blood out of my flesh with the spirit of thy whip. GUD. Then shall we prove to be honest gulls, and the doctor an arrant knave. LIP. A plague upon him for a Glister! he has given our loves a suppositor[307] with a _recumbentibus_. I’ll tell thee, sirrah,—— GUD. Tell not me, let me prevent thee; the wind shall not take the breath of our gross abuse: we feel the gullery, therefore let us swear by our naked truths, and by the hilts of these our blades, our flesh-tamers, to be revenged upon that paraperopandentical doctor, that pocky doctor. LIP. Agreed: we’ll cuckold him, that he shall not be able to put his head in at’s doors; and make his precise, puritanical, and peculiar punk, his ’pothecary’s drug there, a known cockatrice[308] to the world. GUD. If report catch this knavery, we have lost our reputations for ever: wherefore let’s be secret. Ill tax we women of credulity, When men are gull’d with such gross foppery. LIP. Come, let us in, and cover both our shames. This conjuration to the world’s a novelty; Gallants turn’d spirits, and whipt for lechery. [_Exeunt._