_Foss,_ Since it must come out; ha, ha, ha, only a frolick on my wedding day between Hugh and I. We had a mind to exhibit a little mummery. _Clink._ What joy arises in my soul to see my uncle in a dramatick character! Since your humour lead you to the drama, uncle, why would you not consult a relative muse in your own family? I have always used you as my physician; and why should not you use me as your poet? _Foss,_ Prithee, dear, leave me a moment. This is a scandal to my gravity. I'll be with you, as my self, immediately. [_Exeunt omnes, except Fossile and Hugh. As they are changing habits, Fossile says,_ As a mark of my confidence in thee, I leave thee guardian of my house while I go my rounds. Let none in but patients; wan sickly fellows, no person in the least degree of bodily strength. _Hugh._ Worthy doctor, you may rely upon my honour. _Exit Fos._ I have betray'd my mistress. My conscience flies in my face, and I can ease it noway but by betraying my master. _Knocking at the door._ This is not the doctor; but he is dress'd like him, and that shall be my excuse. [_He lets Plotwell in, Townley meets him, they embrace._ _Town._ Hugh, go, wait at the door. [_Exit Hugh._ _Plotw._ This disguise gives spirit to my intrigue. Certainly I am the first person that ever enjoy'd a bride without the scandal of matrimony. _Town._ I have a different relish, Mr. Plotwell, for now I can't abide you, you are so like my husband. _Plotw._ Underplot, I defy thee. I have laid the wager, and now I hold the stakes. _Town._ Opportunity Mr. Potwell, has been the downfall of much virtue. [_As he is leading her off, enter Hugh._ _Hugh._ Ah, madam! the doctor! the doctor! _Exit Hugh._ _Plot._ Fear nothing. I'll stand it. I have my part ready. [_Exit Townley._ Enter FOSSILE. _Foss._ I promised lady _Langfort_ my eagle-stone. The poor lady is like to miscarry, and 'tis well I thought on't. Ha! who is here! I do not like the aspect of the fellow. But I will not be over censorious. [_They make many bows and cringes in advancing to each other._ _Plot._ _Illustrissime domine, huc adveni_-- _Foss._ _Illustrissime domine----non usus, sum loquere Latinum_----If you cannot speak English, we can have no lingual conversation. _Plot._ I can speak but a little Englise. Me ave great deal heard of de fame of de great luminary of all arts and sciences, de illustrious doctor Fossile. I would make commutation (what do you call it) I would exchange some of my tings for some of his tings. _Foss._ Pray, Sir, what university are you of? _Plot._ De famous university of Cracow in Polonia minor. I have cured de king of Sweden of de wound. My name be doctor Cornelius Lubomirski. _Foss._ Your Lubomirskis are a great family. But what Arcana are you master of, Sir? _Plot._ [_Shows a large snuff-box._] See dere, Sir, dat box de snuff. _Foss._ Snuff-box. _Plot._ Right. Snuff-box. Dat be de very true gold.