_Char._ The tales of _Turtles_, ever be forgotten,
Or, for his sake believ'd.
_Man._ I have heard, there has been
Between some married pairs, such sympathy,
That th' Husband has felt really the throws
His Wife then teeming suffers, this true grief
Confirms, 'tis not impossible.
_Clod._ We shall find
Fit time for this hereafter; let's use now
All possible means to help her.
_Man._ Care, nor cost,
Nor what Physicians can do, shall be wanting;
Make use of any means or men.
_Char._ You are noble.
[_Exeunt_ Man. Clod, _and_ Char.
_Sulp._ Ten Colledges of Doctors shall not save her.
Her fate is in your hand.
_Hip._ Can I restore her?
_Sulp._ If you command my Art.
_Hip._ I'le dye my self first.
And yet I'le go visit her, and see
This miracle of sorrow in _Arnoldo_:
And 'twere for me, I should change places with her,
And dye most happy, such a lovers tears
Were a rich monument, but too good for her,
Whose misery I glory in: come _Sulpitia_,
You shall along with me, good _Zabulon_
Be not far off.
_Zab._ I will attend you Madam. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Duarte, _and a_ Servant.
_Ser.
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