Foss. True, we might unload the stomach by gentle emeticks, and the intestines by clysters stimulative, carminative, and emollient, with strong hydroticks, quiet the spasms of the viscera by paregoricks, draw off the stagnant blood by deep scarrifications, and depurate its fæculencies by volatiles; after this, let there be numerous blisters and potential cauteries—I consult my patient's ease; I am against much physick—He faints, he is apoplectic, bleed him this moment.
Plot. Hoy de servant dere, make hast, bring de pan of hot coals; or de red hot iron to make application to de temples.
Enter Hugh.
Hugh. Here's the poker red hot from the fire.
Plot. Very well make de burn dere, exactly dere.
[putting the poker near his head.
Underp. Hold, hold, am I to be murder'd? [starts up.] I know you, Plotwell, and was I not oblig'd by honour and friendship, I'd expose you to the doctor.
[aside to Plotwell.
Plot. Very lunatick, mad, fetch me de cord to make de tie upon de leg and de arm, take off thirty ounces of blood, and den plunge him into de cold bath.
Foss. Your judgment, doctor Lubomirski, is excellent, I will call my servants to assist us.
Underp. Hearke'e, old put; I came to take your advice, and not that French son of a whore's scarrifications; and so plague take you both.
[Exit Underplot and Hugh.