Quack. O, I understand you, is that all?—Sir Jasper, by Heavens, and upon the word of a physician, sir—[Whispers to Sir Jasper.
Sir Jasp. Nay, I do believe you truly.—Pardon me, my virtuous lady, and dear of honour.
L. Squeam. What, then all's right again?
Sir Jasp. Ay, ay, and now let us satisfy him too. [They whisper with Pinchwife.
Pinch. An eunuch! Pray, no fooling with me.
Quack. I'll bring half the chirurgeons in town to swear it.
Pinch. They!—they'll swear a man that bled to death through his wounds, died of an apoplexy.
Quack. Pray, hear me, sir—why, all the town has heard the report of him.
Pinch. But does all the town believe it?
Quack. Pray, inquire a little, and first of all these.