adam. {151}

_Lady Boun_. In what manner was he taken?

_Arch_. Very strangely, my lady. He was of a sudden
touched with something in his eyes, which, at the
first, he only felt, but could not tell whether 'twas
pain or pleasure.

_Lady Boun_. Wind, nothing but wind!

_Arch_. By soft degrees it grew and mounted to his brain,
there his fancy caught it; there formed it so beautiful,
and dressed it up in such gay, pleasing colours,
that his transported appetite seized the fair idea, and
straight conveyed it to his heart That hospitable
seat of life sent all its sanguine spirits forth to meet,
and opened all its sluicy gates to take the stranger in.

_Lady Boun_. Your master should never go without a
bottle to smell to.--Oh--he recovers! The
lavender-water--some feathers to burn under his nose--
Hungary water to rub his temples.--Oh, he comes
to himself!--Hem a little, sir, hem.--Gipsy! bring
the cordial-water. {171}

[_Aimwell seems to awake in amaze_.

_Dor_. How d' ye, sir?

_Aim_. Where am I? [_Rising_.

Sure I have pass'd the gulf of silent death,
And now I land on the Elysian shore!--
Behold the goddess of those happy plains,
Fair Proserpine--let me adore thy bright divinity.

[_Kneels to Dorinda, and kisses her hand_.

_Mrs. Sul_. So, so, so! I knew where the fit would end!

_Aim_. Eurydice perhaps--

How could thy Orpheus keep his word, {180}
And not look back upon thee?
No treasure but thyself could sure have bribed him
To look one minute off thee.

_Lady Boun_. Delirious, poor gentleman!

_Arch_. Very delirious, madam, very delirious.

_Aim_. Martin's voice, I think.

_Arch_. Yes, my Lord.--How does your lordship?

_Lady Boun_. Lord! did you mind that, girls?

[_A side to Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda_.

_Aim_. Where am I? {189}

_Arch_. In very good hands, sir. You were taken just
now with one of your old fits, under the trees, just
by this good lady's house; her ladyship had you
taken in, and has miraculously brought you to
yourself, as you see.

_Aim_. I am so confounded with shame, madam, that I
can now only beg pardon; and refer my acknowledgments
for your ladyship's care till an opportunity
offers of making some amends. I dare be no
longer troublesome.--Martin! give two guineas to
the servants. [_Going_.

_Dor_. Sir, you may catch cold by going so soon into the
ai