Sir Pat. Are they English pray?
Turb. Dis is, Sir,— Pointing to Lod. an admirable Physician, and a rare Astrologer.—Dis speaks good English, bot a Collender born. Points to Sir Cred.
Sir Cred. What a pox, does the Fellow call me a Cullender?
Lod. He means a High-Dutch-man of the Town of Collen, Sir.
Sir Pat. Sir, I have heard of your Fame.—Doctor, pray entertain these Gentlemen till my return, I’ll be with you presently.
Lod. Sir, I hope you go not forth to day. Gazing on his Face.
Sir Pat. Not far, Sir.
Lod. There is a certain Star has rul’d this two days, Sir, of a very malignant Influence to Persons of your Complection and Constitution.—Let me see—within this two hours and six minutes, its Malice will be spent, till then it will be fatal.
Sir Pat. Hum, reign’d this two Days?—I profess and things have gone very cross with me this two Days,—a notable Man this.
L. Kno. Oh, a very profound Astrologer, Sir, upon my Honour, I know him.