Lov. This Mischief you may thank yourself for.
Lord Fop. I may so—Love's the Devil indeed, Ned.
Enter Syringe and Servant.
Serv. Here's Mr. Syringe, Sir, was just going by the Door.
Lord Fop. He's the welcomest Man alive.
Syr. Stand by, stand by, stand by. Pray, Gentlemen, stand by. Lord have mercy upon us! Did you never see a Man run thro' the Body before? Pray stand by.
Lord Fop. Ah, Mr. Syringe.——I'm a dead Man.
Syr. A dead Man, and I by——I shou'd laugh to see that, I'gad.
Lov. Pr'ythee don't stand prating, but look upon his Wound.
Syr. Why, what if I won't look upon his Wound this Hour, Sir?