SCENE III.
Reading edition
Enter three Physicians with an Urinal.
1 Phy. A Pleurisie, I see it. 2 Phy. I rather hold it For tremor Cordis. 3 Phy. Do you mark the Fæces? 'Tis a most pestilent contagious Feaver, A surfeit, a plaguey surfeit; he must bleed. 1 Phy. By no means. 3 Phy. I say bleed. 1 Phy. I say 'tis dangerous; The Person being spent so much before-hand, And Nature drawn so low, Clysters, cool Clysters. 2 Phy. Now with your favours I should think a Vomit: For take away the Cause, the Effect must follow, The Stomach's foul and fur'd, the pot's unflam'd yet. 3 Phy. No, no, we'll rectifie that part by mild means, Nature so sunk must find no violence.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Will't please ye draw near? the weak Gentleman Grows worse and worse still. 1 Phy. Come, we will attend him. 2 Phy. He shall do well, my friend. Serv. My Masters love, Sir. 1. Excellent well I warrant thee, right and straight, friend. 3 Phy. There's no doubt in him, none at all, ne'r fear him.
[Exeunt.