Brun. By your leaves, Gentlemen—Sir Credulous— Whispers.
Sir Cred. Oh—’tis Lodwick’s Friend, the Rascal’s dress’d like [Vanderbergen] in the Strand:—Sir Patient, pray know this glorious Doctor, Sir.
Sir Pat. A Doctor, Sir?
Sir Cred. A Doctor, Sir! yes, and as eloquent a Doctor, Sir, as ever set Bill to Post: why, ’tis—the incomparable—Brunswick, High-Dutch Doctor.
Sir Pat. You’re welcome, Sir,—Pray sit; ah.—Well, Sir, you are come to visit a very crazy sickly Person, Sir.
Brun. Pray let me feel your Pulse, Sir;—what think you, Gentlemen, is he not very far gone?— Feels his Pulse, they all feel.
Sir Cred. Ah, far, far.—Pray, Sir, have you not a certain wambling Pain in your Stomach, Sir, as it were, Sir, a—a pain, Sir.
Sir Pat. Oh, very great, Sir, especially in a Morning fasting.
Sir Cred. I knew it by your stinking Breath, Sir—and are you not troubled with a Pain in your Head, Sir?
Sir Pat. In my Head, Sir?