to pity
others.

_Mrs. Sul_. But the woman's misfortunes and mine are
nothing alike; her husband is sick, and mine, alas!
is in health.

_Lady Boun_. What! would you wish your husband sick?

_Mrs. Sul_. Not of a sore leg, of all things. {59}

_Lady Boun_. Well, good woman, go to the pantry, get
your bellyful of victuals, then I 'll give you a receipt
of diet-drink for your husband. But d'ye hear,
goody, you must not let your husband move too
much?

_Worn_. No, no, madam, the poor man's inclinable enough
to lie still. [_Exit_.

_Lady Boun_. Well, daughter Sullen, though you laugh, I
have done miracles about the country here with my
receipts. {69}

_Mrs. Sul_. Miracles indeed, if they have cured anybody;
but I believe, madam, the patient's faith goes.
farther toward the miracle than your prescription.

_Lady Boun_. Fancy helps in some cases; but there's
your husband, who has as little fancy as anybody, I
brought him from death's door.

_Mrs. Sul_. I suppose, madam, you made him drink
plentifully of ass's milk.

_Enter Dorinda, who runs to Mrs. Sullen_.

_Dor_. News, dear sister! news! news!

_Enter Archer, running_.

_Arch_. Where, where is my Lady Bountiful?--Pray,
which is the old lady of you three? {80}

_Lady Boun_. I am.

_Arch_. O madam, the fame of your ladyship's charity,
goodness, benevolence, skill and ability, have drawn
me hither to implore your ladyship's help in behalf
of my unfortunate master, who is this moment
breathing his last.

_Lady Boun_. Your master! where is he?

_Arch_. At your gate, madam. Drawn by the appearance
of your handsome house to view it nearer, and
walking up the avenue within five paces of the
courtyard, he was taken ill of a sudden with a sort of
I know not what, but down he fell, and there he lies.

_Lady Boun_. Here, Scrub! Gipsy! all run, get my easy
chair down stairs, put the gentleman in it, and bring
him in quickly! quickly! {95}

_Arch_. Heaven will reward your ladyship for this charitable
act.

_Lady Boun_. Is your master used to these fits?

_Arch_. O yes, madam, frequently: I have known him
have five or six of a night. {100}

_Lady Boun_. What's his name?

_Arch_. Lord, madam, he 's a-dying! a minute's care or
neglect may save or destroy his life.

_Lady Boun_. Ah, poor gentleman!--Come, friend, show
me the way; I 'll see him brought