Leu. Here, here: where's the sick Gentleman?
Leo. He's up, and gone, Lady.
Leu. Alas, that I came so late.
Leo. He must still thank ye; Ye left that in a Cup here did him comfort.
Leu. That in the Bowl?
Leo. Yes truly, very much comfort, He drank it off, and after it spoke lustily.
Leu. Did he drink it all?
Leo. All off.
Leu. The Devil choak him; I am undone: h'as twenty Devils in him; Undone for ever, left he none?
Leo. I think not.