DR. ROSY.
Well, there’s no time to be lost; you continue to swell immensely. [Exit.]
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
What, my dear, will you submit to be cured by a quack nostrum-monger? For my part, as much as I love you, I had rather follow you to your grave than see you owe your life to any but a regular-bred physician.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’m sensible of your affection, dearest; and be assured nothing consoles me in my melancholy situation so much as the thoughts of leaving you behind.
Re-enter DOCTOR ROSY, with LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR disguised.
DR. ROSY.
Great luck; met him passing by the door.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Metto dowsei pulsum.
DR. ROSY.
He desires me to feel your pulse.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Can’t he speak English?
DR. ROSY.
Not a word.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Palio vivem mortem soonem.