Tho. Do you think I am mad? you'l give me leave
To try her fairly?
Val. Do your best.
Tho. Why there Boy,
But where's the sick man?
Hyl. Where are the Gentlewomen
That should attend him? there's the Patient.
Me thinks these Women—
Tho. Thou think'st nothing else.
Val. Go to him friend, and comfort him: I'le lead ye:
O my best joy, my worthiest friend, pray pardon me,
I am so over-joy'd I want expression:
I may live to be thankful: bid your friends welcome.
[Exit Val.
Tho. How do'st thou Frank? how do'st thou Boy? bear up man:
What, shrink i'th' sinews for a little sickness?
Deavolo morte.
Fra. I am o'th' mending hand.
Tho. How like a Flute thou speak'st: o'th' mending hand man?
Gogs bores, I am well, speak like a man of worship.