Little. Concerning what, Sir?
Skin. My Will, Sir.
Little. It is now too late, Sir; you have put it out of your Power.
Skin. Out of my Power?
Doct. Ay, and out of the Power of Westminster Hall! Sir Isaac, you know I gave you my Opinion upon it before you made it.
Skin. What, is the man mad?
Doct. No, Sir, I am not mad; and I would advise you not to be foolish and whimsical as you owned about half an hour since you were subject to.
Skin. Why the men are drunk or mad, I think.
Maigre. Pardie, somebody be drunk or mad among you, for by gar, me no understand your Vards.
Skin. Why Gentlemen, I sent for you to make my Will.