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el 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; anything, 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? I'm sure I must have twenty draughts in my inside, besides two boxes of pills! _Jel._ Come, now--it will be down in a minute. [_Cadaverous takes the wine-glass in his hand, and looks at it with abhorrence._ _Jel._ Come, now. [_Cadaverous swallows the draught, and feels very sick, puts his handkerchief to his mouth, and, after a time, sinks back in the chair quite exhausted, and shuts his eyes._ _Jel._ (_Aside._) I wish the doctor would come. It's high time that he made his will. _Cad._ (_drawing up his leg._) Oh! oh! oh! _Jel._ What's the matter, my dear Mr Cadaverous? _Cad._ Oh! such pain!--oh! rub it, Mrs Jellybags. _Jel._ What, here, my dear sir? (_Rubs his knee._) _Cad._ No, no!--not there!--Oh, my hip! _Jel._ What, here? (_Rubs his hip._) _Cad._ No, no!--higher--higher! Oh, my side! _Jel._ What, here
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