ACT IV.
Enter Dr. Fossile, and Plotwell.
Foss. Doctor Lubomirski, this vial that you have intrusted into my custody, shall be with acknowledgment return'd after a few experiments; I must crave your indulgence; diseases, you know, Sir, are impertinent, and will tie themselves to no hours, poor lady Hyppokekoana!
Plot. Ah Sir! I beg your pardon, if you make visit to de patient, me will divert myself in your study till you make return.
Foss. That cannot be, I have a lady just coming to consult me in a case of secrecy.
Plot. Have you not de wife? me will make conversation wid de ladies till you come.
Foss. They see no company in the morning, they are all in deshabilleé; most learned doctor Lubomirski, your humble servant.