_Mrs. Dig._ O dear Mr. Mushroom, you are veestly kind. _Katty._ Come, come, madam, do you lose no time, retire to your chamber, there you will be safe, here you may be interrupted. _Mrs. Dig._ Do you step and send the servants out of the way. _Mush._ Do, do, dear Mrs. Katty. _Katty._ I will, I will. [_Exit._ _Mush._ Dear creature, do but lay your hand upon my heart, and feel what an alarm of love and gratitude it beats. Katty _and_ O’Dogherty _without_. _O’Dogh._ Well, but Katty, if she is so very ill, that is the very reason why I must see her. _Mush._ Zounds! your husband’s voice! _Mrs. Dig._ O heavens! _Enter_ Katty. _Katty._ My master, my master! _Mrs. Dig._ What will become of me? _Katty._ Run you down the back stairs, madam, and leave him to me. _Mrs. Dig._ Dear sir, farewel; for heaven’s sake, don’t discover yourself. _Mush._ No, no, madam, never fear me, not for the world. _Mrs. Dig._ Adieu. [_Exit._ _Mush._ What the devil shall I do, Mrs. Katty? _Katty._ Sit you still, sir, at all events--I will put out the candles. (_Puts them out._)--He will take you for my mistress; pretend to be very ill; leave the rest to me. Sure you can mimic a fine lady that has the vapours or the cholic. _Mush._ O nobody better!--nobody better-- _Enter_ O’Dogherty _with a Pistol_. _O’Dogh._ Heyday! what in the dark, my dear? _Katty._ Yes, sir, my mistress is very ill, and cannot bear the light. _O’Dogh._ What is her complaint? _Katty._ The cholic, sir. _O’Dogh._ The cholic, sir! and what good can darkness do the cholic, sir--get candles. _Mush._ Oh, oh!--no candles--no lights, pray my dear, no lights. _Katty._ No, no lights--my lady has the headache, as well as the cholic, and the lights make her much worse; therefore, pray let her sit in the dark, she will soon be well--are you any better, madam? _Mush._ A great deal, but no lights, pray--oh, oh,--no lights! no lights! _O’Dogh._ Well, my dear, you shall have no lights, you shall have no lights--leave us, Katty--I have some business with your mistress. [_Exit_ Katty. How are you, my dear? are you any better? _Mush._ Oh, a great deal, my dear. _O’Dogh._ I am mighty glad of it, my soul. But now, my dear, I have long wanted to have a little serious conversation with you upon a business that has given me the utmost uneasiness, nay indeed the utmost torture of mind; so without farther ceremony, and in one word, to come to the point--I am jealous, my dear. _Mush._ How! jealous! _O’Dogh._ Indeed I am, as are half the husbands of this town, and all occasioned by one man, which is that coxcomb, Count Mushroom. _Mush._ He is a very great coxcomb, I own, my dear.