Alice. Some warm broths
To purge the bloud, and keep your bed a day Sir,
And sweat it out.
Cel. I have such cordials,
That if you will but promise me to take 'em,
Indeed you shall be well, and very quickly,
I'le be your Doctor, you shall see how finely
I'le fetch ye up again.
Val. He sweats extreamly:
Hot, very hot: his pulse beats like a drum now,
Feel Sister, feel, feel sweet.
Fra. How that touch stung me!
Val. My gown there.
Cel. And those julips in the window.
Alice. Some see his bed made.
Val. This is most unhappy,
Take courage man, 'tis nothing but an ague.
Cel. And this shall be the last fit.
Fra. Not by thousands:
Now what 'tis to be truly miserable,
I feel at full experience.