Aim. I am so confounded with shame, madam, that I can now only beg pardon——And refer my acknowledgments for your ladyship's care till an opportunity offers of making some amends—I dare be no longer troublesome—Martin, give two guineas to the servants. [Going.
Dor. Sir, you may catch cold by going so soon into the air; you don't look, sir, as if you were perfectly recovered.
[Archer talks to Lady Bountiful in dumb Show.
Aim. That I shall never be, madam: my present illness is so rooted, that I must expect to carry it to my grave.
Lady B. Come, sir, your servant has been telling me that you are apt to relapse, if you go into the air—Your good manners shan't get the better of ours—You shall sit down again, sir:—Come, sir, we don't mind ceremonies in the country—Here, Gipsey, bring the cordial water.—Here, sir, my service t'ye——You shall taste my water; 'tis a cordial, I can assure you, and of my own making.
Scrub. Yes, my lady makes very good water.
Lady B. Drink it off, sir: [Aimwell drinks.] And how d'ye find yourself now, sir?
Aim. Somewhat better——though very faint still.
Lady B. Ay, ay, people are always faint after these fits. Come, girls, you shall show the gentleman the house; 'tis but an old family building, sir; but you had better walk about, and cool by degrees, than venture immediately into the air——You'll find some tolerable pictures—Dorinda, show the gentleman the way. I must go to the poor woman below. [Exit.
Dor. This way, sir.