Sir Pat. Do but hear him, Madam: not prove it!
L. Kno. Sir, he means nothing.—Not sick! alas, Sir, you’re very sick.
Sir Pat. Ay, ay, your Ladyship is a Lady of profound Knowledge.—Why, have I not had the advice of all the Doctors in England, and have I not been in continual Physick this twenty Years:—and yet I am not sick! Ask my dear Lady, Sir, how sick I am, she can inform you. L. Kno. goes and talks to Isab.
Lean. She does her endeavour, Sir, to keep up the Humour.
Sir Pat. How, Sir?
Lean. She wishes you dead, Sir.
Sir Pat. What said the Rascal? wishes me dead!
Lean. Sir, she hates you.
Sir Pat. How! hate me! what, my Lady hate me?
Lean. She abuses your Love, plays tricks with ye, and cheats ye, Sir.