Every Man in His Humour — Ben Jonson

" ...] BIA. Good Lord, how it burns Muss, keep you warm; good truth, it is this new disease, there's a number are troubled withall for God's sake, sweet-heart, come in out of the air. THO. How simple, and how subtle are her answers A new disease, and many troubled with it. Why true, she heard me all the world to nothing. BIA. I pray thee, good sweet-heart, come in; the air will do you harm, in troth. THO. I'll come to you presently, it will away, I hope. BIA. Pray God it do. EXIT.] THO. A new disease I know not, new or old, ...]."