Mrs. Rack. I never saw a Madman before—Let me examine him—Will he bite?
Sav. Pray keep out of his reach, Ladies—You don't know your danger. He's like a Wild Cat, if a sudden thought seises him.
Sir Geo. You talk like a Keeper of Wild Cats—How much do you demand for shewing the Monster?
Doric. I don't like this—I must rouse their sensibility. There! there she darts through the air in liquid flames! Down again! Now I have her——Oh, she burns, she scorches!—Oh! she eats into my very heart!
Omnes. Ha! ha! ha!
Mrs. Rack. He sees the Apparition of the wicked Italian Princess.
Flut. Keep her Highness fast, Doricourt.
Miss Ogle. Give her a pinch, before you let her go.
Doric. I am laughed at!
Mrs. Rack. Laughed at—aye, to be sure; why, I could play the Madman better than you.—There! there she is! Now I have her! Ha! ha! ha!