Arch. Yes, my Lord.—How does your lordship?
Lady Boun. Lord! did you mind that, girls?
[A side to Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda.
Aim. Where am I? [189]
Arch. In very good hands, sir. You were taken just now with one of your old fits, under the trees, just by this good lady's house; her ladyship had you taken in, and has miraculously brought you to yourself, as you see.
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. [203]
[Here 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.
Mrs. Sul. Don't despair, sir; I have known several in your distemper shake it off with a fortnight's physic. [209]