Ir. Nay, perhaps more idly, by Rapine.
Mis. No, I swear by your Goddess Penia, neither by Thieving, nor by Rapine. But first I'll satisfy you as to the State of my Body, which seems to you to be the most admirable.
Ir. For when you were with us, you were all over full of Sores.
Mis. But I have since made Use of a very friendly Physician.
Ir. Who?
Mis. No other Person but myself, unless you think any Body is more friendly to me, than I am to myself.
Ir. But I never knew you understood Physick before.
Mis. Why all that Dress was nothing but a Cheat I had daub'd on with Paints, Frankincense, Brimstone, Rosin, Birdlime, and Clouts dipp'd in Blood; and what I put on, when I pleas'd I took off again.
Ir. O Impostor! Nothing appear'd more miserable than you were. You might have acted the Part of Job in a Tragedy.
Mis. My Necessity made me do it, though Fortune sometimes is apt to change the Skin too.