[_Fossile and Plotwell come forward._ _Foss._ I am entirely for a glister. _Plot._ My opinion is for de strong vomit. _Foss._ Bleed him. _Plot._ Make de searrification, give me de lancet, me will do it myself, and after dat will put de blister to de sole of de feet, _Foss._ Your dolor proceeds from a frigid _intemperies_ of the brain, a strong disease! the enemy has invaded the very citadel of your microcosm, the magazine of your vital functions; he has set down before it; yet there seems to be a good garrison of vital spirits, and we don't question to be able to defend it. _Plot._ Ve will cannonade de enemy with pills, bombard him wid de bolus, blow him up with volatiles, fill up the trenches wid de large innundation of apozems, and dislodge him wid de stink pot; let de apotecary bring up de artillery of medicine immediately. _Foss._ True, we might unload the stomach by gentle emeticks, and the intestines by clysters stimulative, carminative, and emollient, with strong hydroticks, quiet the spasms of the viscera by paregoricks, draw off the stagnant blood by deep scarrifications, and depurate its fæculencies by volatiles; after this, let there be numerous blisters and potential cauteries--I consult my patient's ease; I am against much physick--He faints, he is apoplectic, bleed him this moment. _Plot._ Hoy de servant dere, make hast, bring de pan of hot coals; or de red hot iron to make application to de temples. Enter HUGH. _Hugh._ Here's the poker red hot from the fire. _Plot._ Very well make de burn dere, exactly dere. [_putting the poker near his head._ _Underp._ Hold, hold, am I to be murder'd? [_starts up._] I know you, Plotwell, and was I not oblig'd by honour and friendship, I'd expose you to the doctor. [_aside to Plotwell._ _Plot._ Very lunatick, mad, fetch me de cord to make de tie upon de leg and de arm, take off thirty ounces of blood, and den plunge him into de cold bath. _Foss._ Your judgment, doctor Lubomirski, is excellent, I will call my servants to assist us. _Underp._ Hearke'e, old put; I came to take your advice, and not that French son of a whore's scarrifications; and so plague take you both. [_Exit Underplot and Hugh._ ACT IV. Enter Dr. FOSSILE, and PLOTWELL. _Foss._ Doctor Lubomirski, this vial that you have intrusted into my custody, shall be with acknowledgment return'd after a few experiments; I must crave your indulgence; diseases, you know, Sir, are impertinent, and will tie themselves to no hours, poor lady Hyppokekoana! _Plot._ Ah Sir! I beg your pardon, if you make visit to de patient, me will divert myself in your study till you make return. _Foss._ That cannot be, I have a lady just coming to consult me in a case of secrecy. _Plot._ Have you not de wife? me will make conversation wid de ladies till you come. _Foss._ They see no company in the morning, they are all in _deshabilleé_; most learned doctor Lubomirski, your humble servant.