Pa. By the Witchcraft of your Eyes.
Ma. Would you have me take my noxious Eyes off of you then.
Pa. No, by no Means, rather look more upon me.
Ma. If my Eyes are so infectious, how comes it about they don't throw others I look upon into a Consumption too? I therefore rather believe the Infection is in your own Eyes than mine.
Pa. Is it not enough for you to kill poor Pamphilus, but you must insult him too.
Ma. O pretty dead Creature! but when must I come to your Funeral?
Pa. Sooner than you think for, if you don't relieve me.
Ma. Can I perform such a wonderful Cure?
Pa. You can raise a dead Man to Life again with the greatest Ease imaginable.
Ma. Ay, if I had the Grand-Elixir.