FORE. I thank you, Mr. Scandal, I will. Nurse, let me have a watch-light, and lay the Crumbs of Comfort by me.
NURSE. Yes, sir.
FORE. And—hem, hem! I am very faint.
SCAN. No, no, you look much better.
FORE. Do I? And, d’ye hear, bring me, let me see—within a quarter of twelve, hem—he, hem!—just upon the turning of the tide, bring me the urinal; and I hope, neither the lord of my ascendant, nor the moon will be combust; and then I may do well.
SCAN. I hope so. Leave that to me; I will erect a scheme; and I hope I shall find both Sol and Venus in the sixth house.
FORE. I thank you, Mr. Scandal, indeed that would be a great comfort to me. Hem, hem! good night.
SCENE XIV.
Scandal, Mrs. Foresight.
SCAN. Good night, good Mr. Foresight; and I hope Mars and Venus will be in conjunction;—while your wife and I are together.