Foss. I never oppose a luciferous experiment. It is the beaten highway to truth.
[Plotwell and Underplot [leap from their places]; the doctors are frighted.]
Foss. Speak, I conjure thee. Art thou the ghost of some murder'd Egyptian monarch?
Naut. A rational question to a mummy! But this monster can be no less than the devil himself, for crocodiles don't walk.
Enter Townley and Clinket.
[Townley whispers Clinket.
Foss. Gentlemen, wonder at nothing within these walls; for ever since I was married, nothing has happen'd to me in the common course of human life.
Clink. Madam, without a compliment, you have a fine imagination. The masquerade of the mummy and crocodile is extremely just; I would not rob you of the merit of the invention, yet since you make me the compliment, I shall be proud to take the whole contrivance of this masquerade upon myself. [To Townley.] Sir, be acquainted with my masqueraders.
[To Fossile.
Foss. Thou female imp of Appollo, more mischievous than Circe, who fed gentlemen of the army in a hog's-stye! What mean you by these gambols? this mummy, this crocodile?
Clink. Only a little mummery, uncle?