{251}

_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 toga_. [_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. {263}

_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
_a-la-Francaise_, and a stranger would not know whider
to cry or to laugh with him. {271}

_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_. Sut won't that money look like a bribe? {279}

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

_Gip_. Well, doctor, I 'll take it _logice_ 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. {290}

_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?

_Gip_. Ay, but if the parties should meet, doctor?

_Foi_. Vel den--the parties must be responsible. Do
you be gone after putting the Count into the
closhet; and leave the shins wid themselves. I
will come with the Count to instruct you in your
chamber. {299}

_Gip_. Well, doctor, your religion is so pure!