were sick indeed.

_Wit._ Damn the humorous Coxcomb and all his Family, what shall we do?

L. _Fan._ Not all, for he has a Daughter that has good Humour, Wit, and
Beauty enough to save her,--stay--that has jogg'd a Thought, as the
Learned say, which must jog on, till the motion have produc'd something
worth my thinking.--

Enter _Roger_ running.

_Maun._ Ad's me, here's danger near, our Scout comes in such haste.

L. _Fan._ _Roger_, what's the matter?

_Rog._ My Master, Madam, is risen from sleep, and is come in to the
Garden.--See, Madam, he's here.

L. _Fan._ What an unlucky Accident was this?

_Wit._ What shall I do, 'tis too late to obscure my self?

L. _Fan._ He sees you already, through the Trees,--here--keep your
distance, your Hat under your Arm; so, be very ceremonious, whilst I
settle a demure Countenance.--

_Maun._ Well, there never came good of Lovers that were given to too
much talking; had you been silently kind all this while, you had been
willing to have parted by this time.

Enter Sir _Patient_ in a Night-Gown, reading a Bill.

Sir _Pat._ Hum,--Twelve Purges for this present _January_--as I take it,
good Mr. Doctor, I took but Ten in all _December._--By this Rule I am
sicker this Month, than I was the last.--And, good Master Apothecary,
methinks your Prizes are somewhat too high: at this rate no body wou'd
be sick.--Here, _Roger_, see it paid however,--Ha, hum. [Sees 'em, and
starts back.] What's here, my Lady Wife entertaining a leud Fellow of
the Town? a flaunting Cap and Feather Blade.

L. _Fan._ Sir _Patient_ cannot now be spoken with. But, Sir, that which
I was going just now to say to you, was, that it would be very
convenient in my opinion to make your Addresses to _Isabella_,--'twill
give us opportunities. [Aside.] We Ladies love no Imposition; this is
Counsel my Husband perhaps will not like, but I would have all Women
chuse their Man, as I have done,--my dear _Wittmore_.
[Aside.

Sir _Pat._ I profess ingenuously an excellent good Lady this of mine,
though I do not like her Counsel to the young Man, who I perceive would
be a Suitor to my Daughter _Isabella_.

_Wit._ Madam, should I follow my inclinations, I should pay my Vows no
where but there,--but I am inform'd Sir _Patient_ is a Man so positively
resolv'd.--

L. _Fan._ That you should love his Wife. [Aside.

_Wit._ And I'll comply with that Resolve of his, and neither love nor
marry _Isabella_, without