JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Honest Humphrey, be advised. Ay, miss, this way, if you please.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Nay, sir, but hear me——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’ll shoot.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And you’ll be convinced——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’ll shoot.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
How injurious——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’ll shoot—and so your very humble servant, honest Humphrey Hum. [Exeunt separately.]
SCENE III.—A Walk.
Enter DOCTOR ROSY.
DR. ROSY.
Well, I think my friend is now in a fair way of succeeding. Ah! I warrant he is full of hope and fear, doubt and anxiety; truly he has the fever of love strong upon him: faint, peevish, languishing all day, with burning, restless nights. Ah! just my case when I pined for my poor dear Dolly! when she used to have her daily colics, and her little doctor be sent for. Then would I interpret the language of her pulse—declare my own sufferings in my receipt for her—send her a pearl necklace in a pill-box, or a cordial draught with an acrostic on the label. Well, those days are over: no happiness lasting: all is vanity—now sunshine, now cloudy—we are, as it were, king and beggar—then what avails——