Dennis. Down-stairs, sir.
Wiggins. Send him up. (Dennis going.) And hark you, Dennis. (Whispers.)
Dennis. All right. I understand. (Exit, L.)
Wiggins. Be seated, major, and you shall see a specimen of the miraculous effects of the Elixir. (Enter Bob, with a long cloak on his shoulders and a fur cap on his head.) What are you doing in that rig? Do you think it is winter?
The Great Elixir.
Bob. Please, sir, I can’t help it. I’ve got the influendways awful, and I’m so cold.
Wiggins. I’ll soon warm you. (Takes bottle from the table.) Here, show this gentleman its power as a growing medicine. (Bob takes the medicine and grows.)[3]
Bob. Oh, dear! oh, dear! Stop me,—stop me! Give me air,—give me air! (Exit, L.)