MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
O my dear, pray consider the will.
Enter LAURETTA.
LAURETTA.
O my father, what is this I hear?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Quiddam seomriam deos tollam rosam.
DR. ROSY.
The doctor is astonished at the sight of your fair daughter.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
How so?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Damsellum livivum suvum rislibani.
DR. ROSY.
He says that he has lost his heart to her, and that if you will give him leave to pay his addresses to the young lady, and promise your consent to the union, if he should gain her affections, he will, on those conditions, cure you instantly, without fee or reward.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
The devil! did he say all that in so few words? What a fine language it is! Well, I agree, if he can prevail on the girl.— [Aside.] And that I am sure he never will.
DR. ROSY.
Greal.