disturb him; give me the key. [She gives him the key, goes to the
chamber door and speaks aloud.]

LAET. 'Tis nobody but Mr. Fondlewife, Mr. Spintext, lie still on
your stomach; lying on your stomach will ease you of the colic.

FOND. Ay, ay, lie still, lie still; don't let me disturb you.


SCENE XX.


LAETITIA alone.

LAET. Sure, when he does not see his face, he won't discover him.
Dear fortune, help me but this once, and I'll never run in thy debt
again. But this opportunity is the Devil.


SCENE XXI.


FONDLEWIFE returns with Papers.

FOND. Good lack! good lack! I profess the poor man is in great
torment; he lies as flat--Dear, you should heat a trencher, or a
napkin.--Where's Deborah? Let her clap some warm thing to his
stomach, or chafe it with a warm hand rather than fail. What
book's this? [Sees the book that BELLMOUR forgot.]