Lo. Sir, I sent a Porter to him as you order'd me. He found him with a Pipe of Tobacco and a great Tankard of Ale, which he said he wou'd dispatch while I cou'd tell three, and be here.
Young Fash. He does not suspect 'twas I that sent for him?
Lo. Not a Jot, Sir, he divines as little for himself, as he does for other Folks.
Young Fash. Will he bring Nurse with him?
Lo. Yes.
Young Fash. That's well; where's Coupler?
Lo. He's half way up the Stairs taking Breath; he must play his Bellows a little, before he can get to the top.
Enter Coupler.
Young Fash. O here he is. Well, old Phthisick, the Doctor's coming.