2 Wom. Whither?
1 Wom. To heaven; God knows, to heaven!
Rose. Rub her, rub her; fetch warm clothes!
2 Wom. I say, run to the cabinet of quintessence; Gilbert's water! Gilbert's water!
1 Wom. Now all the good folks of heaven look down upon her!
Mill. Set her in the chair.
Rose. Open her mouth with a dagger or a key; pour, pour! Where's the spoon?
2 Wom. She stirs! she revives! merciful to us all! what a thing was this? speak, lady, speak!
L. Dupe. So, so, so!
Mill. Alas! my lord, how came this fit?