Leo. Upon him now Boys, And do it most demurely.
1 Gent. How now Lieutenant?
Lieu. I thank ye Gentlemen.
1 Gent. 'Life, how looks this man? How dost thou good Lieutenant?
2 Gent. I ever told ye
This man was never cur'd, I see it too plain now;
How do you feel your self? you look not perfect,
How dull his eye hangs?
1 Gent. That may be discontent.
2 Gent. Believe me friend, I would not suffer now The tith of those pains this man feels; mark his forehead What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon't?
Lieu. I have it, Again I have it; how it grows upon me! A miserable man I am.
Leo. Ha, ha, ha, A miserable man thou shall be, This is the tamest Trout I ever tickl'd.
Enter 2 Physicians.