There! This is he!--this is he who hath sent my poor soul, without coat or breeches, to be tossed about in ether like a duck-feather! Villain, give me my soul again! _Flut._ Upon my soul I hav'n't got it. [_Exceedingly frightened._] _Sav._ Oh, Mr. Flutter, what a melancholy sight!----I little thought to have seen my poor friend reduced to this. _Flut._ Mercy defend me! What's he mad? _Sav._ You see how it is. A cursed Italian Lady--Jealousy--gave him a drug; and every full of the moon---- _Doric._ Moon! Who dares talk of the Moon? The patroness of genius--the rectifier of wits--the----Oh! here she is!--I feel her--she tugs at my brain--she has it--she has it----Oh! [_Exit._ _Flut._ Well! this is dreadful! exceeding dreadful, I protest. Have you had Monro? _Sav._ Not yet. The worthy Miss Hardy--what a misfortune! _Flut._ Aye, very true.--Do they know it? _Sav._ Oh, no; the paroxysm seized him but this morning. _Flut._ Adieu! I can't stay. [_Going in great haste._] _Sav._ But you must. (_holding him_) Stay, and assist me:--perhaps he'll return again in a moment; and, when he is in this way, his strength is prodigious. _Flut._ Can't indeed--can't upon my soul. [_Exit._ _Sav._ Flutter--Don't make a mistake, now;--remember 'tis Doricourt that's mad. [_Exit._ _Flut._ Yes--you mad. _Sav._ No, no; Doricourt. _Flut._ Egad, I'll say you are both mad, and then I can't mistake. [_Exeunt severally._ SCENE III.----_Sir_ George Touchwood'_s_. _Enter Sir_ George, _and Lady_ Frances. _Sir Geo._ The bird is escaped--Courtall is gone to France. _Lady Fran._ Heaven and earth! Have ye been to seek him? _Sir Geo._ Seek him! Aye. _Lady Fran._ How did you get his name? I should never have told it you. _Sir Geo._ I learnt it in the first Coffee-house I entered.--Every body is full of the story. _Lady Fran._ Thank Heaven! he's gone!--But I have a story for you--The Hardy family are forming a plot upon your Friend Doricourt, and we are expected in the evening to assist. _Sir Geo._ With all my heart, my Angel; but I can't stay to hear it unfolded. They told me Mr. Saville would be at home in half an hour, and I am impatient to see him. The adventure of last night---- _Lady Fran._ Think of it only with gratitude. The danger I was in has overset a new system of conduct, that, perhaps, I was too much inclined to adopt. But henceforward, my dear Sir George, you shall be my constant Companion, and Protector. And, when they ridicule the unfashionable Monsters, the felicity of our hearts shall make their satire pointless. _Sir Geo._ Charming Angel! You almost reconcile me to Courtall. Hark! here's company (_stepping to the door._) 'Tis your lively Widow--I'll step down the back stairs, to escape her. [_Exit Sir_ George. _Enter Mrs._ Racket. _Mrs. Rack._ Oh, Lady Frances! I am shock'd to death.--Have you received a card from us? _Lady Fran._ Yes; within these twenty minutes.