We are but middling—that is, so so!
Fusbos. Only so so! Oh, monstrous, doleful thing!
Is it the mulligrubs affects the king?
Or, dropping poisons in the cup of joy,
Do the blue devils your repose annoy?
King. Nor mulligrubs nor devils blue are here,
But yet we feel ourselves a little queer.
Fusbos. Yes, I perceive it in that vacant eye,
The vest unbutton'd, and the wig awry;
So sickly cats neglect their fur-attire,