of roaring, and thumping, and winnowing of arms, for a month's wages twice told. I've seen the stage doctor at Barth'lomew fair, but he is but a joke to it. Listen, man! you can hear him through the wall.
(Blount's voice heard without.)
FIRST SERVANT (listening).
Faith, so I do!—And how does my Lady take it?
SECOND SERVANT.
Ay, she has nearly as hard work in admiring him, as he has with his eloquence, as they call it. Lord help her to a soberer way of commending folks, for her body's sake! She'll be in a fever by the evening.
FIRST SERVANT.
Never mind that; she's an able-bodied person enough, for all that she casts up her eyes, and smells at her bottle of salts so often.—But here comes Mr. Clermont's Ned.
Enter a Third Servant.
THIRD SERVANT.
Is my master here?
SECOND SERVANT.
Yes, but he came last of all the company: my Lady inquired for him twenty times over, before he appeared.
