JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
No, Bridget, I shall die by inches.
DR. ROSY.
I never heard such monstrous iniquity.—Oh, you are gone indeed, my friend! the mortgage of your little bit of clay is out, and the sexton has nothing to do but to close. We must all go, sooner or later—high and low—Death’s a debt; his mandamus binds all alike—no bail, no demurrer.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Silence, Dr. Croaker! will you cure me or will you not?
DR. ROSY.
Alas! my dear friend, it is not in my power; but I’ll certainly see justice done on your murderer.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I thank you, my dear friend, but I had rather see it myself.
DR. ROSY.
Ay, but if you recover, the villain will escape.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Will he? then indeed it would be a pity you should recover. I am so enraged against the villain, I can’t bear the thought of his escaping the halter.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
That’s very kind in you, my dear; but if it’s the same thing to you, my dear, I had as soon recover, notwithstanding.—What, doctor, no assistance!
DR. ROSY.
Efacks, I can do nothing, but there’s the German quack, whom you wanted to send from town; I met him at the next door, and I know he has antidotes for all poisons.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Fetch him, my dear friend, fetch him! I’ll get him a diploma if he cures me.