Mrs. Sul. The physic works purely!—How d' ye find yourself now, my dear?
Dor. Hem! much better, my dear.—Oh, here comes our Mercury!
Enter Scrub.
Well, Scrub, what news of the gentleman?
Scrub. Madam, I have brought you a packet of news.
Dor. Open it quickly, come. [51]
Scrub. In the first place I inquired who the gentleman was; they told me he was a stranger. Secondly, I asked what the gentleman was; they answered and said, that they never saw him before. Thirdly, I inquired what countryman he was; they replied, 'twas more than they knew. Fourthly, I demanded whence he came; their answer was, they could not tell. And, fifthly, I asked whither he went; and they replied, they knew nothing of the matter,—and this is all I could learn. [61]
Mrs. Sul. But what do the people say? can't they guess?
Scrub. Why, some think he's a spy, some guess he's a mountebank, some say one thing, some another: but, for my own part, I believe he's a Jesuit.
Dor. A Jesuit! why a Jesuit?