SCENE III.

_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._