rting up_.) Ugh ugh! ugh! (_coughs violently_.) Oh!
Mrs Jellybags, I'm so ill. Ugh! ugh!

JEL. My dear, dear sir! now don't say so. I was in hopes, after such a
nice long sleep you would have found yourself so much better.

CAD. Long sleep! oh dear!--I'm sure I've not slept ten minutes.

JEL. (_aside_.) I know that. (_Aloud_.) Indeed, my dear sir, you are
mistaken. Time passes very quick when we are fast asleep. I have been
watching you and keeping the flies off. But you must now take your
draught, my dear sir, and your pill first.

CAD. What! more pills and more draughts! Why, there's no end to them.

JEL. Yes, there will be, by and by, my dear sir. You know Doctor
Gumarabic has ordered you take one pill and one draught every half hour.

CAD. And so I have--never missed one for the last six weeks--woke up
for them day and night. I feel very weak--very weak, indeed! Don't you
think I might eat something, my dear Mrs Jellybags?

JEL. Eat, my dear Mr Cadaverous!--how can you ask me, when you know
that Doctor Gumarabic says that it would be the death of you?

CAD. Only the wing of a chicken,--or a bit of the breast--

JEL. Impossible!

CAD. A bit of dry toast, then; any thing, my dear Mrs Jellybags. I've
such a gnawing--Ugh! ugh!

JEL. My dear sir, you would die if you swallowed the least thing that's
nourishing.

CAD. I'm sure I shall die if I do not. Well, then, a little soup--I
should like that very much indeed.

JEL. Soup! it would be poison, my dear sir! No, no. You must take
your pill and your draught.

CAD. Oh dear! oh dear!--Forty-eight pills and forty-eight draughts
every twenty-four hours!--not a wink of sleep day or night.

JEL. (_soothingly_.) But it's to make you well, you know, my dear Mr
Cadaverous. Come, now. (_Hands him a pill and some water in a
tumbler_.)

CAD. The last one is hardly down yet;--I feel it sticking half-way.
Ugh! ugh!

JEL. Then wash them both down at once. Come, now, 'tis to make you
well, you know.

CADAVEROUS _takes the pill with a wry face, and coughs it up again_.

CAD. Ugh! ugh! There--it's up again. Oh dear! oh dear!

JEL. You must take it, my dear sir. Come, now, try again.

CAD. (_coughing_.) My cough is so bad. (_Takes the pill_.) Oh, my
poor head! Now I'll lie down again.

JEL. Not yet, my dear Mr Cadaverous. You must take your draught;--
it's to make you well, you know.

CAD. What! another draught