Morillar. Hast ne’er an old suppository?
Surgeon. Oh, would I had, sir!
Lamure. Or but the paper where such a cordial
Potion, or pills hath been entombed!
Franville. Or the best bladder, where a cooling glister?
Morillar. Hast thou no searcloths left?
Nor any old poultices?
Franville. We care not to what it hath been ministered.
Surgeon. Sure I have none of these dainties, gentlemen.
Franville. Where’s the great wen