_Doct._ Very well, Sir Isaac, I will take care they shall be properly registered. _Shar._ I beg, good Folks, that you will slip into the next Room for a few Moments while I compose myself after this intolerable Fatigue; Nephew, pray shew them in, and do the Honours of my House in the genteelest Manner. _Bell._ I shall, Sir.--Doctor Leatherhead, Mr. Littlewit--will you walk in, Gentlemen? _Doct._ Sir, your Servant, Sir. _Little._ Your's; we wish you better. _Shar._ Your Servant, your Servant, Gentlemen. Auh, auh--quick, quick. (_Coughs_) (_Exeunt all but Lucy and Shark_) Lucy, off with my Roguery, and let me appear in my native honesty. I have had Gibbets and Halters in my Mind a hundred Times, passing and repassing, since I began this Business. I am horridly afraid that the Devil and Sir Isaac, for I suppose they are met by this time, will contrive some means to counterplot us. Tho' I think I shall be a Match for them, if we can keep the Law on our side, let me but secure that and I defy the Devil and all his Works. There, there they are, the precious Robes of Deceit. (_Throws down the old Man's Gown and Cap_) I think there has been transacted as ingenious a Scene of Iniquity in that Gown, within the short space of half an Hour, as in any Gown that has been trapesed in Westminster Hall since the ingenious Mr. Wreathcock was transported--Now my dear Lucy, after all this Fatigue and Bustle (_Throws down the old Man's dress_) I think it would not be amiss for you and I to relieve _and solace ourselves in the lawful State of Procreation_. _Lucy._ Time enough, Fool. Consider Matrimony is a long Journey. _Shar._ True, Lucy; therefore the sooner we set out the better; for Love, my Dear, like Time must be taken by the Forelock. _Lucy._ Come, come, this is no time for prating and fooling. Do you join the Company to avoid Suspicion, and tomorrow Morning put me in Mind of it. If I am in Humour, I may perhaps walk towards Doctors Commons and venture at a great Leap in the Dark with you, for so I think marriage may be justly called. _Shar._ Why ay, this is speaking like one that has a mind to Deal. _Here's my hand; it shall stand on my side._ _Lucy._ And here's my hand. If I can help it, it shall not fail on mine. _Shar._ Touch--Buss--I like the Sample and _am resolved to purchase the whole Commodity_. (_Exit Shark_) (_Monsieur_ DU MAIGRE _within_) _Maigre._ Mistress Lucy! Mistress Lucy! why you no come when your Maitre Janie be so very much bad--where be you? _Lucy._ Who have we here? Our Apothecary, Monsieur du Maigre! Pray Heaven the old Man is not come to Life again. (_Enter Monsieur_ DU MAIGRE) _Maigre._ O Mistress Lucy for shame! Pardie, why you no come to your Maitre! He be dead this one half quartre de Hour, and you no come; by Gar, he wanta his Gown and his Cap. _Lucy._ What, is he alive?