DICER. Nay, rather a suppository.
TOSS. Nay, then, what say you to letting of blood?
DICER. I think that some of these should do him good.
Ask the physician.
MON. Prodigality?
PROD. Ho!
MON. I am sick.
PROD. Where, man?
MON. Faith, here, in my belly.
It swells, I assure ye, out of all measure.
PROD. Take heed it grow not to a timpany.
MON. And if it do, what is the danger then?