Fat D. Hum, your Aqua Tetrachymagogon?
Sir Cred. Yes, Sir, my Tetrachymagogon; for look ye, do you see, Sir, I cur’d the Arch-Duke of Strumbulo of a Gondileero, of which he dy’d, with this very Aqua Tetrachymagogon.
Enter Sir Patient.
Sir Pat. Well, Gentlemen, am I not an intruder?
Fat D. Sir, we have duly consider’d the state of your Body; and are now about the Order and Method you are to observe.
Brun. Ay, this Distemper will be the occasion of his Death.
Sir Cred. Hold, Brothers, I do not say the occasion of his Death; but the occasional Cause of his Death. Sir Pat. reads the Bill.
Sir Pat. Why, here’s no time allow’d for eating, Gentlemen.
Amst. Sir, we’ll justify this Prescription to the whole College.
Leyd. If he will not follow it, let him die.