LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Writhum bothum.
DR. ROSY.
He says you must give this under your hand, while he writes you a miraculous receipt. [Both sit down to write.]
LAURETTA.
Do, mamma, tell me the meaning of this.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Don’t speak to me, girl.—Unnatural parent!
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
There, doctor; there’s what he requires.
DR. ROSY.
And here’s your receipt: read it yourself.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Hey! what’s here? plain English!
DR. ROSY.
Read it out; a wondrous nostrum, I’ll answer for it.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
[Reads.] In reading this you are cured, by your affectionate son-in-law, O’CONNOR.—Who in the name of Beelzebub, sirrah, who are you?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Your affectionate son-in-law, O’Connor, and your very humble servant, Humphrey Hum.