Some of the continents of that curs'd letter, she has there in her hand.
Sir LUKE.
Here, here, take some of my eau de luce. [offering a bottle.]
BETTY.
There! she recovers a little—some water—I believe it is nothing but a satirical fit, I have had them myself—now she opens her eyes—so, so—bend her forward a little.
Sir LUKE.
My sweet Mrs. Circuit.
Mrs. CIRCUIT.
Who is that?
BETTY.