DR. ROSY.
I have but just called to inform—hey! bless me, what’s the matter with your worship?
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
There, he sees it already!—Poison in my face, in capitals! Yes, yes, I’m a sure job for the undertakers indeed!
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Oh! oh! alas, doctor!
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Peace, Bridget!—Why, doctor, my dear old friend, do you really see any change in me?
DR. ROSY.
Change! never was man so altered: how came these black spots on your nose?
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Spots on my nose!
DR. ROSY.
And that wild stare in your right eye!
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
In my right eye?
DR. ROSY.
Ay, and, alack, alack, how you are swelled!
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Swelled!