Ben Jonson — The Magnetick Lady. Act 5. Scene 1.

                Needle, Item.     Nee. Troth, Mr. Item, here's a House divided, And quarter'd into parts, by your Doctors Engine. H'Has cast out such aspersions on my Ladies Niece here, of having had a Child; as hardly will be wip'd off, I doubt.     Ite. Why, is't not true?     Nee. True! did you think it?     Ite. Was she not in labour? The Mid-wife sent for?     Ite. There's your error now! Yo' ha' drunk of the same Water.     Ite. I believ'd it, And gave it out too.     Nee. More you wrong'd the Party; She had no such thing about her, innocent Creature!     Jem. What had she then? only a fit o' the Mother! They burnt old Shooes, Goose-feathers, Assa faetida, A few Horn-shavings, about the House.     Ite. Is't possible?     Nee. See it, and then report it.     Ite. Our Doctors Urinal-judgement is half crack'd then.     Nee. Crack't i'the case, most hugely, with my Lady, And sad Sir Moath, her Brother; who is now Under a Cloud a little.     Ite. Of what? Disgrace?     Nee. He is commited to Rud-hudibras, The Captain Ironside, upon displeasure, From Mr. Compass, but it will blow off.     Ite. The Doctor shall reverse his instantly, And set all right again: if you'll assist But in a toy, Squire Needle, comes i' my Noddle now.     Nee. Good, Needle and Noddle! what may't be? I long for't.     Ite. Why, but to go to Bed: fain a distemper Of walking i' your sleep, or talking in't A little idly, but so much, as on it The Doctor may have ground to raise a cure For's Reputation.     Nee. Any thing, to serve The worship o' the Man I love and honour.