[Goes behind the side-scene and listens.
Gip. Indeed, doctor, the Count has been barbarously treated, that's the truth on't. [263]
Foi. Ah, Mrs. Gipsy, upon my shoul, now, gra, his complainings would mollify the marrow in your bones, and move the bowels of your commiseration! He veeps, and he dances, and he fistles, and he swears, and he laughs, and he stamps, and he sings; in conclusion, joy, he's afflicted à-la-Française, and a stranger would not know whider to cry or to laugh with him. [271]
Gip. What would you have me do, doctor?
Foi. Noting, joy, but only hide the Count in Mrs. Sullen's closet when it is dark.
Gip. Nothing! is that nothing? it would be both a sin and a shame, doctor.
Foi. Here is twenty louis-d'ors, joy, for your shame and I will give you an absolution for the shin.
Gip. Sut won't that money look like a bribe? [279]
Foi. Dat is according as you shall tauk it. If you receive the money beforehand, 'twill be logicè, a bribe; but if you stay till afterwards, 'twill be only a gratification.
Gip. Well, doctor, I 'll take it logicè But what must I do with my conscience, sir?