Scene 28.
Enter the Lady Hypocondria, and Sir VVilliam Lovewell.
HYpocondria.
O Husband, I am a dead woman: for all my side is numb, nay in a dead Palsie, I cannot feel my Arm.
Lovewell.
Heaven forbid: let me rub your Arm.
He rubs her Arm.
But Wife, if it were dead, you could not move it, and you can move it, can you not?
Hypocondria.
Yes, but very weakly.
Lovewell.
Wrap it up with warm cloaths, until such time as the Doctor can be sent for. Come into your Chamber, and I will send for the Doctor strait.
Hypocon.
No, pray do not send for the Doctor now: for with your rubbing my Arm, you have brought the lively spirits into it again.