_Off_. This is a Gentleman, and that a--ha-- [_Looks about on_ Har. _Cler_. Stark drunk! Sirrah, if you trouble me at every Mistake of yours thus, you shall quit your Office. _Off_. I beg your Pardon, Sir, I am a little in Drink I confess--a little blind and mad--Sir, --This must be the Devil, that’s certain. [_The_ Clerk _goes out_. [Har. _puts up his Calash again, and pulls off his Frock and drives out_. --Well, now to my thinking, ‘tis as plain a Calash again as ever I saw in my Life, and yet I’m satisfy’d ‘tis nothing but a Cart. [_Ex_. SCENE II. _Changes to the_ Doctor’s _House. The Hall_. _Enter_ Scaramouch _in a Chair, which is set down and open’d on all sides, and on the top represents an Apothecary’s Shop, the Inside being painted with Shelves, and rows of Pots and Bottles_; Scaramouch _sitting in it dress’d in Black, with a short black Cloke, a Ruff, and little Hat_. _Scar_. The Devil’s in’t, if either the Doctor, my Master, or _Mopsophil_, know me in this Disguise--And thus I may not only gain my Mistress, and out-wit _Harlequin_, but deliver the Ladies those Letters from their Lovers, which I took out of his Pocket this Morning; and who wou’d suspect an Apothecary for a Pimp?--Nor can the Jade _Mopsophil_, in Honour, refuse a Person of my Gravity, and so well set up.-- [_Pointing to his Shop_. --Hum, the Doctor here first, this is not so well, but I’m prepar’d with Impudence for all Encounters. _Enter the_ Doctor. Scaramouch _salutes him gravely_. --Most Reverend Doctor _Baliardo_. [_Bows_. _Doct_. Seignior-- [_Bows_. _Scar_. I might through great Pusillanimity, blush to give you this Anxiety, did not I opine you were as gracious as communicative and eminent; and though you have no Cognisance of me, your humble Servant,--yet I have of you,--you being so gravely fam’d for your admirable Skill both in Galenical and Paracelsian _Phaenomena’s_, and other approv’d Felicities in Vulnerary Emeticks, and purgative Experiences. _Doct_. Seignior,--your Opinion honours me--rare Man this. _Scar_. And though I am at present busied in writing--those few Observations I have accumulated in my Peregrinations, Sir; yet the Ambition I aspir’d to, of being an ocular and aurial Witness of your Singularity, made me trespass on your sublimer Affairs. _Doct_. Seignior-- _Scar_.--Besides a violent Inclination, Sir, of being initiated into the Denomination of your learned Family, by the Conjugal Circumference of a Matrimonial Tye, with that singularly accomplish’d Person--Madam, the Governante of your Hostel-- _Doct_. Hum--A Sweet-heart for _Mopsophil_! [_Aside_. _Scar_. And if I may obtain your Condescension to my Hymenaeal Propositions, I doubt not my Operation with the Fair One.