Plot. Most illustrious doctor Fossile, me be, with de profoundest adoration
Foss. With the greatest admiration
Plot. Your most humble
Foss. Most obedient servant.
Plot. Ah, Monsieur, point de ceremonie.
[Exit Plotwell.
Enter Hugh.
Foss. Hugh, bring me a pint of sack; let your mistress know I want to see her. Take care that her orders be obey'd, and that her trunks and boxes be immediately brought hither. Sarset will give you directions.
[Exit Hugh. Fossile sits down on a couch.
Ah Fossile! if the cares of two hours of a married life have so reduc'd thee, how long can'st thou hold out! to watch a wife all day, and have her wake thee all night! 'twill never do. The [fitigue] of three fevers, six small poxes, and five great ones, is nothing to that of one wife. Now for my touch-stone; I will try it upon her presently. If she bear it to day—I am afraid she will bear it to morrow too.
Enter Hugh with a bottle of sack, and after him Townley. Hugh gives the bottle and glass to Fossile and exit.
Sit down by me, my dear, I was going to refresh myself with a glass of canary. You look pale. It will do you good.