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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.