Brun. Death, what Rascals are these?
Sir Cred. Give me the Pen—here’s ado about your Paduas and Punctilioes. Sets himself to write.
Amst. Every morning a Dose of my Pills Merda queorusticon, or the Amicable Pill.
Sir Cred. Fasting?
Leyd. Every Hour sixscore drops of Adminicula Vitæ.
Sir Cred. Fasting too? Sir Cred. writes still.
Fat D. At Night twelve Cordial Pills, Gallimofriticus.
Turb. Let Blood once a Week, a Glister once a day.
Brun. Cry Mercy, Sir, you’re a French Man.—After his first Sleep, threescore restorative Pills, call’d Cheatus Redivivus.
Sir Cred. And lastly, fifteen Spoonfuls of my Aqua Tetrachymagogon, as often as ’tis necessary; little or no Breakfast, less Dinner, and go supperless to Bed.