Lady Boun. What's the matter with his leg, goody?
Worn. It come first, as one might say, with a sort of dizziness in his foot, then he had a kind of laziness in his joints, and then his leg broke out, and then it swelled, and then it closed again, and then it broke out again, and then it festered, and then it grew better, and then it grew worse again.
Mrs. Sul. Ha! ha! ha!
Lady Boun. How can you be merry with the misfortunes of other people? [50]
Mrs. Sul, Because my own make me sad, madam.
Lady Boun. The worst reason in the world, daughter; your own misfortunes should teach you to pity others.
Mrs. Sul. But the woman's misfortunes and mine are nothing alike; her husband is sick, and mine, alas! is in health.
Lady Boun. What! would you wish your husband sick?
Mrs. Sul. Not of a sore leg, of all things. [59]
Lady Boun. Well, good woman, go to the pantry, get your bellyful of victuals, then I 'll give you a receipt of diet-drink for your husband. But d'ye hear, goody, you must not let your husband move too much?