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Enter Lord Cerymon with a seruant.

Cery.Phylemon, hoe.

Enter Phylemon.

Phyl.Doth my Lord call?

Cery.Get Fire and meat for these poore men,
T'as been a turbulent and stormie night.

Seru.I haue been in many; but such a night as this,
Till now, I neare endured.

Cery.Your Maister will be dead ere you returne,
There's nothing can be ministred to Nature,
That can recouer him: giue this to the Pothecary,
And tell me how it workes.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1.Gent.Good morrow.

2.Gent.Good morrow to your Lordship.

Cery.Gentlemen, why doe you stirre so early?

1.Gent.Sir, our lodgings standing bleake vpon the sea,
Shooke as the earth did quake:
The very principals did seeme to rend and all to topple:
Pure surprize and feare, made me to quite the house.

2.Gent.That is the cause we trouble you so early,
T'is not our husbandry.

Cery.O you say well.

1.Gent.But I much maruaile that your Lordship,
Hauing rich tire about you, should at these early howers,
Shake off the golden slumber of repose; tis most strange
Nature should be so conuersant with Paine,
Being thereto not compelled.

Cery.I hold it euer Vertue and Cunning
Were endowments greater, then Noblenesse and Riches;
Carelesse Heyres, may the two latter darken and expend;
But Immortalitie attendes the former,
Making a man a god:
T'is knowne, I euer haue studied Physicke:
Through which secret Art, by turning ore Authorities,

I haue,