LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Diable tutellum.
DR. ROSY.
He says you’ll die presently.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, horrible! What, no antidote?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Curum benakere bono fullum.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
What, does he say I must row in a boat to Fulham?
DR. ROSY.
He says he’ll undertake to cure you for three thousand pounds.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Three thousand pounds! three thousand halters!—No, lovee, you shall never submit to such impositions; die at once, and be a customer to none of them.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I won’t die, Bridget—I don’t like death.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Psha! there is nothing in it: a moment, and it is over.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ay, but it leaves a numbness behind that lasts a plaguy long time.