Lieu. Would I were drunk, dog-drunk, I might not feel this backward?
Gent. I would take Physick.
Lieu. But I would know my disease first.
Leon. Why? it may be the Colique: canst thou blow
Lieu. There's never a bag-pipe in the Kingdom better.
Gent. Is't not a pleuresie?
Lieu. 'Tis any thing That has the Devil, and death in't: will ye march Gentlemen? The Prince has taken leave.
Leo. How know ye that?
Lieu. I saw him leave the Court, dispatch his followers,
And met him after in a by street: I think
He has some wench, or such a toy, to lick over
Before he go: would I had such another
To draw this foolish pain down.
Leo. Let's away Gentlemen, For sure the Prince will stay on us.