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Where is your Mistriss? the people do flock about the house to see her, as I think they will pull it upon my head if she shews not her self to them, wherefore call her.
Come, Come Child, there are such expectations without for thee; but what makes thee to look so heavy?
Truly Sir, I am not well.
Not well? Heaven bless thee; where art thou Sick?
I cannot say I am very sick, or in any great pain; but I find a general alteration in me, as it were a fainting of spirits.
Prethee say not so, thou dost so affright me; but thou art not very sick, art thou?
I hope I shall be better Sir.
My dear Child go to bed, whilst I send for some Doctors to thee.