_Liv._ I'll pay the forfeit. _Bya._ Come then, let's see your sister, how she fares now, After her skirmish: and be sure, _Moroso_ Be kept in good hand; then all's perfect, _Livia_. [_Exeunt._ _Scaena Quinta._ _Enter_ Jaques _and_ Pedro. _Ped._ O _Jaques_, _Jaques_, What becomes of us? Oh my sweet Master. _Jaq._ Run for a Physitian, And a whole peck of Pothecaries, _Pedro_. He will die, didle, didle die: if they come not quickly, And bring all People that are skilful In Lungs and Livers: raise the neighbours, And all the _Aquavite_-bottles extant; And, O the Parson, _Pedro_; O the Parson, A little of his comfort, never so little; Twenty to one you find him at the Bush, There's the best Ale. _Ped._ I fly. [_Exit_ Pedro. _Enter_ Maria, _and_ Servants. _Mar._ Out with the Trunks, ho: Why are you idle? Sirha, up to th' Chamber, And take the Hangings down, and see the Linnen Packt up, and sent away within this half hour. What, Are the Carts come yet? some honest body Help down the Chests of Plate, and some the Wardrobe, Alass, we are undone else. _Jaq._ Pray forsooth; And I beseech ye, tell me, is he dead yet? _Mar._ No, but is drawing on: out with the Armour. _Jaq._ Then I'll go see him. _Mar._ Thou art undone then Fellow: no Man that has Been neer him come near me. _Enter_ Sophocles, _and_ Petronius. _Soph._ Why how now Lady, What means this? _Petron._ Now daughter, How does my Son? _Mar._ Save all you can for Heavens sake. _Enter_ Livia, Byancha, _and_ Tranio. _Liv._ Be of good comfort, Sister. _Mar._ O my Casket. _Petron._ How do's thy Husband Woman? _Mar._ Get you gon, if you mean to save your lives: the Sickness. _Petron._ Stand further off, I prethee. _Mar._ Is i'th house Sir, My Husband has it now; Alas he is infected, and raves extreamly: Give me some Counsel friends. _Bya._ Why lock the doors up, And send him in a Woman to attend him. _Mar._ I have bespoke two Women; and the City Hath sent a Watch by this time: Meat nor Money He shall not want, nor Prayers. _Petron._ How long is't Since it first took him? _Mar._ But within this three hours. _Enter Watch._ I am frighted from my wits:--O here's the Watch; Pray doe your Office, lock the doors up Friends, And patience be his Angel. _Tra._ This comes unlook'd for: _Mar._ I'll to the lodge; some that are kind and love me, I know will visit me. [Petruchio _within._ _Petru._ Doe you hear my Masters: ho, you that lock the doors up. _Petron._ 'Tis his voice. _Tra._ Hold, and let's hear him. _Petru._ Will ye starve me here: am I a Traytor, or an Heretick. Or am I grown infectious? _Petron._ Pray sir, pray. _Petru._ I am as well as you are, goodman puppy. _Mar._ Pray have patience. You shall want nothing Sir.