Scene 32.
Enter the Lady Hypocondria as being frightly sick, and her Hus∣band Sir VVilliam Lovewell.
LOvewell.
Heaven bless you wife, what makes you so extremely pale, and to seem so affrighted?
Hypocon.
O Husband I have an Imposthume broken within me, and the bag will rise and choke me.
Lovewell.
Heaven forbid.
Hypocon.
O I am choak'd, I am choak'd, I cannot fetch my breath.
She takes her breath very short. Sir VVilliam Love∣well in a great fright calls for help. Enter some servants.
Lovewell.
O send for Doctors strait: for my wife is ready to die.
They go out running, he standing by the Chair his Wife sits in, trembling and quaking.
Lovewell.
How are you, dear VVife? how do you feel your self now? how are you?
Hypocondria.
O very ill; but yet me thinks I can fetch my breath a little