_O’Dogh._ You may say that with a safe conscience--and a great jackanapes he is too into the bargain; though, I must own, the fellow has something genteel in him notwithstanding. _Mush._ O yes, my dear, he is a very pretty fellow--that all the world allows. _O’Dogh._ It is very true, but his prettiness will be his ruin; for as he makes it his business and his glory to win the affections of women, wherever he goes, and as he has made conquests of several married women in this town, there are half a dozen husbands of us that have agreed to poison him. _Mush._ How! poison him! O horrid! why that will be murder, my dear. _O’Dogh._ O that is none of our business--let him look to that--we must leave that to the law--the fellow is always following you to the play-house, balls, and routs, and is constantly smiling at you, and ogling, and sighing--but if ever I catch him at those tricks again, as sure as his name is Mushroom, I will put the lining of this little pistol into the very middle of his scull. _Mush._ Oh, oh, oh! _O’Dogh._ He told me this morning that he had a new intrigue upon his hands this afternoon--I wish I knew where it was; by all that’s honourable, I would help the husband to put eight or ten inches of cold iron into the rascal’s bowels. _Mush._ Oh, oh, oh! _O’Dogh._ What is the matter, my dear? what makes you start and cry out so?--give me your hand--why you are all in a tremor!--ogho, why you have got the shaking ague. _Mush._ I am mighty ill--mighty ill-- _O’Dogh._ Why you are all in a cold sweat--you had best go up stairs and lie down. _Mush._ No, no, no,--oh, no!-- _O’Dogh._ Why you shall have some immediate help--here, Katty--John--William--who’s there? _Enter_ William. _Will._ Did your honour call, sir? _O’Dogh._ Fly this minute to the next street to Mr. Carnage the surgeon, and bid him hasten hither to bleed my wife; then run as fast as you can to doctor Fillgrave, and tell him my wife is very ill, and must be blistered directly. Begone--fly-- _Will._ I will, sir. [_Exit._ _Mush._ Soh! what the devil shall I do now. I shall certainly be discovered. (_Aside._) _O’Dogh._ How are you now, my dear? _Mush._ O better, better, a great deal. _O’Dogh._ Oh, but for fear of the worst, I will have you bled plentifully, my dear, and half a score good rousing blisters laid on by way of prevention; for it is a very sickly time, my life. _Mush._ Aye, so it is, my soul. But, my dear, I begin to be a little better; pray send the maid hither. _O’Dogh._ What do you want with the maid, my angel? _Mush._ I want her upon a particular occasion, my love--oh, oh, oh--