Heading to a broadside printed in two columns.
First lines of accompanying verses: Run, Sid---th, run; send for a Nurse, / The R-y-l Babe's quite ill; / Make haste, make haste, he's worse and worse, / He's ta'en some nauseous pill.
George IV, a whiskered infant, lies feverish and fractious in a cot decorated with Chinese figures and hung with bells. He is surrounded by Ministers. Sidmouth, holding a doctor's gold-headed cane, feels his pulse, saying: "Dredful sympton's [sic] a raging Pulse." Liverpool, with pap-boat and spoon, says: "I thought how it would be, that Foriegn Emetick has been too strong for his weak Nerves." Castlereagh, standing between two lawyers, puts a hand on the Babe's forehead, saying: "how hot his poor dear head feels." A number of other figures comment as well. Behind him are shelves ranged with druggist's jars.