Re-enter Gipsy.

Gip. How now, impudence! how dare you talk so saucily to the doctor?—Pray, sir, don’t take it ill; for the common people of England are not so civil to strangers, as—

Scrub. You lie! you lie! ’tis the common people that are civilest to strangers.

Gip. Sirrah, I have a good mind to—get you out, I say!

Scrub. I won’t.

Gip. You won’t, sauce-box!—Pray, doctor, what is the captain’s name that came to your inn last night?

Scrub. [aside]. The captain! ah, the devil, there she hampers me again; the captain has me on one side and the priest on t’other: so between the gown and the sword, I have a fine time on’t.—But, Cedunt arma togœ.

[Going.

Gip. What, sirrah, won’t you march?

Scrub. No, my dear, I won’t march—but I’ll walk.—[Aside.] And I’ll make bold to listen a little too.

[Goes behind the side-scene and listens.

Gip. Indeed, doctor, the Count has been barbarously treated, that’s the truth on’t.

Foi. Ah, Mrs. Gipsy, upon my shoul, now, gra, his complainings would mollify the marrow in your bones, and move the bowels of your commiseration! He veeps, and he dances, and he fistles, and he swears, and he laughs, and he stamps, and he sings; in conclusion, joy, he’s afflicted à-la-Francaise, and a stranger would not know whider to cry or to laugh with him.

Gip. What would you have me do, doctor?

Foi. Noting, joy, but only hide the Count in Mrs. Sullen’s closet when it is dark.

Gip. Nothing! is that nothing? it would be both a sin and a shame, doctor.

Foi. Here is twenty louis-d’ors, joy, for your shame; and I will give you an absolution for the shin.

Gip. But won’t that money look like a bribe?

Foi. Dat is according as you shall tauk it. If you receive the money beforehand, ’twill be logicè, a bribe; but if you stay till afterwards, ’twill be only a gratification.

Gip. Well, doctor, I’ll take it logicè. But what must I do with my conscience, sir?

Foi. Leave dat wid me, joy; I am your priest, gra; and your conscience is under my hands.

Gip. But should I put the Count into the closet—

Foi. Vel, is dere any shin for a man’s being in a closhet? one may go to prayers in a closhet.

Gip. But if the lady should come into her chamber, and go to bed?

Foi. Vel, and is dere any shin in going to bed, joy?