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Scaena Tertia.
Enter three Physitians with an Vrinall.
1 Phis.
A Plurisie. I see it.
2
I rather hold it
For tremor cordis.
3
Doe you marke the Pheses?
'Tis a most pestilent contagious feaver,
A surfet, a plaguy surfet: he must bleed.
1
By no meanes.
3
I say bleed.
1
I say 'tis dangerous:
The person being spent so much before hand,
And nature drawne so low, clysters, coole clysters.
2
Now with your favours, J should think a vomit:
For take away the cause, the effect must follow,
The stomack's foule and fur'd, the pot's unflam'd yet.
3
No, no, wee'l rectifie that part by milde meanes,
Nature so sunke, must finde no violence.
Enter a Servant.
Ser.
Wilt please ye draw neere? the weake gentleman
Growes worse and worse still.
1
Come, we will attend him.
2
He shall doe well my friend.
Ser.
My masters love sir.
1
Excellent well I warrant thee, right and straight friend.
3
Ther's no doubt in him, none at all, nev'r feare him.
Exeunt.