Face pale and puff’d, and worse than that, with thirst and cough beside, sirs;
Skin dry, and breathing difficult, and pains in epigastrium,
And watchfulness or partial sleep, with dreams would strike the bravest dumb.
To cure—restore the balance of exhalants and absorbents,
With squill, blue-pill, and other means to soothe the patient’s torments.
GRINDER.
Sure this is not your climax, sir, to save from Davy’s locker!
STUDENT.
Way, no,—I’d then with caution tap—when first I’d tied the knocker.
Sing hey! sing ho! if you cannot find a new plan,