Leath. Welcome, gentlemen, welcome, gentlemen.
Whit. Predee mashter o’ the monshtersh, help a very sick lady here to a chair to shit in.
Leath. Presently, sir.
[A chair is brought in for Mrs. Overdo.
Whit. Good fait now, Ursula’s ale and acqua-vitæ ish to blame for’t; shit down, shweet-heart, shit down and sleep a little.
Edg. [to Mrs. Littlewit.] Madam, you are very welcome hither.
Knock. Yes, and you shall see very good vapours.
Over. Here is my care come! I like to see him in so good company: and yet I wonder that persons of such fashion should resort hither. [Aside.
Edg. There is a very private house, madam.
Leath. Will it please your ladyship sit, madam?