JUSTICE CREDULOUS. That’s very kind in you, my dear; but if it’s the same thing to you, my dear, I had as soon recover, notwithstanding.—What, doctor, no assistance! DR. ROSY. Efacks, I can do nothing, but there’s the German quack, whom you wanted to send from town; I met him at the next door, and I know he has antidotes for all poisons. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Fetch him, my dear friend, fetch him! I’ll get him a diploma if he cures me. DR. ROSY. Well, there’s no time to be lost; you continue to swell immensely. [_Exit_.] MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS. What, my dear, will you submit to be cured by a quack nostrum-monger? For my part, as much as I love you, I had rather follow you to your grave than see you owe your life to any but a regular-bred physician. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. I’m sensible of your affection, dearest; and be assured nothing consoles me in my melancholy situation so much as the thoughts of leaving you behind. _Re-enter_ DOCTOR ROSY, _with_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR _disguised_. DR. ROSY. Great luck; met him passing by the door. LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Metto dowsei pulsum. DR. ROSY. He desires me to feel your pulse. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Can’t he speak English? DR. ROSY. Not a word. LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Palio vivem mortem soonem. DR. ROSY. He says you have not six hours to live. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. O mercy! does he know my distemper? DR. ROSY. I believe not. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Tell him ’tis black arsenic they have given me. DR. ROSY. Geneable illi arsnecca. LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Pisonatus. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. What does he say? DR. ROSY. He says you are poisoned. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. We know that; but what will be the effect? DR. ROSY. Quid effectum? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Diable tutellum. DR. ROSY. He says you’ll die presently. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Oh, horrible! What, no antidote? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Curum benakere bono fullum. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. What, does he say I must row in a boat to Fulham? DR. ROSY. He says he’ll undertake to cure you for three thousand pounds. MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS. Three thousand pounds! three thousand halters!—No, lovee, you shall never submit to such impositions; die at once, and be a customer to none of them. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. I won’t die, Bridget—I don’t like death. MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS. Psha! there is nothing in it: a moment, and it is over. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Ay, but it leaves a numbness behind that lasts a plaguy long time. MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS. O my dear, pray consider the will. _Enter_ LAURETTA. LAURETTA. O my father, what is this I hear? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Quiddam seomriam deos tollam rosam. DR. ROSY. The doctor is astonished at the sight of your fair daughter. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. How so? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Damsellum livivum suvum rislibani.