EPI: How do you, sir?

MOR: Did you ever hear a more unnecessary question? as if she did
not see! Why, I do as you see, empress, empress.

EPI: You are not well, sir; you look very ill; something has
distemper'd you.

MOR: O horrible, monstrous impertinencies! would not one of these
have served, do you think, sir? would not one of these have
served?

TRUE: Yes, sir, but these are but notes of female kindness, sir;
certain tokens that she has a voice, sir.

MOR: O, is it so? Come, an't be no otherwise--What say you?

EPI: How do you feel yourself, sir?

MOR: Again that!

TRUE: Nay, look you, sir: you would be friends with your wife upon
unconscionable terms; her silence--

EPI: They say you are run mad, sir.

MOR: Not for love, I assure you, of you; do you see?

EPI: O lord, gentlemen! lay hold on him, for God's sake. What
shall I do? who's his physician, can you tell, that knows the