L. Dupe. Now I am better: Bess, you have not seen me thus?
1 Wom. Heaven forefend that I should live to see you so again.
L. Dupe. Go, go, I'm pretty well; withdraw into the next room; but be near, I pray, for fear of the worst. [They go out.] My lord, sit down near me, I pray; I'll strive to speak a few words to you, and then to bed; nearer, my voice is faint. My lord, heaven knows how I have ever loved you; and is this my reward? Had you none to abuse but me in that unfortunate fond girl, that you know was dearer to me than my life? This was not love to her, but an inveterate malice to poor me. Oh, oh!
[Faints again.
Lord. Help, help, help!
All the women again.
1 Wom. This fit will carry her: Alas, it is a lechery!
2 Wom. The balsam, the balsam!
1 Wom. No, no, the chemistry oil of rosemary: Hold her up, and give her air.
Mill. Feel whether she breathes, with your hand before her mouth.