Arch. O madam, the fame of your ladyship's charity, goodness, benevolence, skill and ability, have drawn me hither to implore your ladyship's help in behalf of my unfortunate master, who is this moment breathing his last.
Lady Boun. Your master! where is he?
Arch. At your gate, madam. Drawn by the appearance of your handsome house to view it nearer, and walking up the avenue within five paces of the courtyard, he was taken ill of a sudden with a sort of I know not what, but down he fell, and there he lies.
Lady Boun. Here, Scrub! Gipsy! all run, get my easy chair down stairs, put the gentleman in it, and bring him in quickly! quickly! [95]
Arch. Heaven will reward your ladyship for this charitable act.
Lady Boun. Is your master used to these fits?
Arch. O yes, madam, frequently: I have known him have five or six of a night. [100]
Lady Boun. What's his name?
Arch. Lord, madam, he 's a-dying! a minute's care or neglect may save or destroy his life.
Lady Boun. Ah, poor gentleman!—Come, friend, show me the way; I 'll see him brought in myself.