You will find something here, my dear, to divert yourself.
Town. I hate the sight of these strange creatures; but since I am Mr. Fossiles wife, I shall endeavour to conquer my aversion.
Foss. Thou may'st safely be here to day, my dear; to-morrow thou shouldst no more enter this room than a pest-house. 'Tis dangerous for women that are impregnated. But poor lady Hippokekoana suffers all this while.
[Exit Fossile with a key in his hand.
Town. Since he has lock'd me in, to be even with him, I'll bolt him out.
[Plotwell dress'd like a Mummy, comes forward.
Plot. Thus trav'ling far from his Egyptian tomb,
Thy Anthony salutes his Cleopatra.
Town. Thus Cleopatra, in desiring arms,
Receives her Anthony——But prithee dear pickled Hieroglyphic, who so suddenly could assist thee with this shape.
Plot. The play-house can dress mummies, bears, lions, crocodiles, and all the monsters of Lybia. My arms madam are ready to break their past-board prison to embrace you.
Town. Not so hasty. Stay till the jealous fool is out of sight.
Plot. Our ill stars, and the devil, have brought him back so often
Town. He can never parry this blow, nor grow jealous of his mummy. A mummy is his intimate friend.