Grif I will;-but firft, Sir, tell me what is Latin for-I am a doctor. Y. Ger. Medicus fum. Crif. Very well; medicus fum.--Go about your bu finefs, I'll about mine. Medicus fum. [Exit Young Gerald. Well, 'tis a fine thing to understand Latin.-I must be fure not to forget medicus fum.Now I'll to the old -Ho! talk of the devil and his horns appear. man. Enter Old Gerald and Martin. 0. Ger. O Crifpin, where's your master? tell me true? Crif. Where fhou'd he be? at the univerfityO Ger. Ay, he fhou'd be at the univerfity-but where is he, ha? Crif. I warrant in his chamber, hard at ftudy; or elfe in the schools chopping logic. Please you to give me the money, Sir, that I may return to him with speed. Mar. Give you the money?-ha, ha, ha! Crif. What do you fneer at, ha? Mar. Money! who's the fool then? Grif. Meddle with your own business, firrah, or I'll give you a douce o' the chaps. 0. Ger. Be quiet, knave. Grif. A jackanapes !-to interrbpt me 0. Ger. Have done, I fay.-Several of my acquaintance tell me they have feen him here; here in this town. Crif. O abominable! 0. Ger. Sirrah, confefs the truth; is he in town? Crif. Medicus fum-he is not here indeed, Sir. Mar. He equivocates, Sir.-Here? no, he is not here. 0. Ger. But, flave, he is in town. 0. Ger. What's that you mutter, rascal! Crif. A word I learn'd at the univerfity.-Medicus fum; that is, I am a doctor. Mar. Yes, of the lying faculty. 1 Crif. Sirrah, if I had you in another place, I wou’dMar. What wou'd you do? Crif. I wou'd diffect you, rafcal; run my fift thro❜ your fyftole and diastole. Mar. Come and you dare; let's fee what you can do? 0. Ger. Saucy knaves, forbear. [They offer to fight; O. Gerald holds up his cane. Crif. Sirrah, I'll rip up your belly from the xiphoid cartilage to the os pubis, you dog. 0. Ger. The fellow's mad -Be quiet, or I'll cudgel both of you. Well, Crifpin, fince your mafter's not in town, return you to the univerfity; tell him, next week I'll fend the money to him by the carrier.Crif. But, Sir 0. Ger. One word more, and bamboo fhall fly about your ears. Crif. Well, I know what I know. 0. Ger. What do you know? Crif. That I'll be reveng'd of that audacious villain. 0. Ger. For what, rascal ? Grif. Because he's a fac-totum, and sets you against my young mafter and me. 0. Ger. Sirrah, firrah, I cou'd find in my heartCrif. Ay, ftrike, if you think good. 0. Ger. Say you fo! There's for you then. [Gerald Strikes at Crifpin: he ducks.-Gerald, mif fing his blow, falls.-Crispin, gives Martin a cuff and a trip; throws him down, and runs off.] Crif. Medicus fum. [Exit. 0. Ger. Help me up, good Martin. Mar. Oh, oh! I want help myfelf, Sir: the rogue has broke my crupper. O. Ger. The villain has rumpled my clean neckcloth too. Mar. If ever I light on him 0. Ger. Be patient, Martin. Mar. I muft, whether I will or no. 0. Ger. Go home, Martin, I have bufiness another way. -A dog! Medicus fum! [Exit Martin. This is the hour; 'tis just four by my watch: if Beatrice prevails, I am made for ever. Enter Enter Beatrice. Bea. O Sir, are you come? I have been peeping for you at the window a whole half hour. 0. Ger. Is the coaft clear? Where's my Angelica ? Bea. No questions, but come in. SCENE, The Laboratory. [Exeunt. Enter Angelica, met by Old Gerald and Beatrice. Bea. Look here, Madam, here's Mr Gerald come to kifs your hands. 0. Ger. With your favour, Madam-(falutes her.) Ang. Well, Mr Gerald, you fee my maid has prevail'd with me. She gives you great commendations too. 0. Ger. Ay, my fweet; I'll make 'em all good, I warrant you. Ang. I doubt not but you'll love me, Mr Gerald. But what reafon is there for me to love a man in years, as you are ? Ó. Ger. I have many reasons for your ear, more for -Look here, my queen; here's a necklace your eye. -Then of pearl worth about five hundred pounds. here's a fet of bodkins for your hair, coft fourfcore pounds.- -Then here's a crochet of diamonds, coft three hundred :-All, all fhall be yours-my little moufe, my pigeon, my waterwagtail. [Knocking at the door. Ang. O heav'n! fomebody knocks.-I am ruin'd if my mother finds you here. Bea. Ah, Madam, what will become of me? Ang. For heav n's fake, hide yourfelf; do, Mr Gerald. 0. Ger. How? where? I'll do any thing my dear will have me. Bea. Then ftrip yourself to your waistcoat and drawers, and lie at your length here on this table.--I'll tell my mafter you're the dead body fent in to be diffected. Ang. Quickly, Mr Gerald; if you love me, deny me not. (Within)-Beatrice, Beatrice! Bea. Make hafte, or we're undone. [They ftrip him.] (Within)-Open the door: why, Beatrice, where are you? Bea. Bea. So, fo; whate'er they say or do, be fure you ftir not for your life. in. 0. Ger. So, fo; I am dead as a herring. Bea. Whatever happens, Sir, be not afraid-Come ..[Exit Angelica. Enter Crifpin like a doctor, Young Gerald as his man. Bea. I thought I heard my mafter and mistress. Grif. Fait and troth, they will be after coming prefently-Och, honey, where is the dead carcafe for diffection? Bea. Here, Sir. Crif. Pherry good.-Upon my fhoul, I'll make obfervation of the wifage.-Oh boo, boo, boo! devil burn me, joy, he has bafe countenance. Arra fait he was a theif a cut-throat-hanging phas too good for him. Upon my fhoul I'll begin the diffection now the body is warm. Bea. What, before my mafter comes? Crif. Ay fait, honey.-Phere is my man? Phere are the inftruments? r. Ger. Here, Sir, here. Bea. Blefs me! what's that great knife for? Crif. My fhoul, that will cut from jugular to jugular -as thus Bea. Hold, Sir, I befeech you-Fear nothing, Mr Gerald (Afide to him.)-What is that terrible faw for? Crif. Och, my life! that is the difmembering faw, to faw off the leg, or the hand, down juft above the joint. You will fee.. [Crifpin draws one leg from the other, and one arm from his body, and Gerald draws 'em close to him again. Crif. Oh boo, boo, boo!-Devil burn me, I did lay one arm here, and one leg here, to faw off in the middle, and upon my shoul the arm and the leg are both gone quite home again to the body.-Fait, this is the ftrangeft living dead body that ever I faw in my life. Bea. Oh, Sir, I have feen whole bodies, after they have lain here a day or two, get up, and run away. 0. Ger. And fo will I; I'll not stay to be butcher'd here. [He leaps of the table; as he is creeping out, the Doctor Doctor and his Wife enters ;-the Doctor falls over him. Doc. Diable m'enporte! vat ftrange ting vas dat run over me? Bea. Why, Sir, as I was fhowing Mr doctor here the dead body that was fent from the gallows, he felt his pulfe; and laying his hand on his breaft, he found his heart panted: then he took his incifion-knife, and, before he could touch his naked fkin, up ftarted the deadbody, and ran away, just as you saw. Crif. All this is true, Sir, as I am a member of the learned faculty. Doc. Parblieu, I am amaze! Enter Old Gerald. O. Ger. O undone! undone ! All. Ah, ah! [Screaming.] Wife. He's come again, husband; ah, ah! Doc. In de name of goodness, vat de devil are you? 0. Ger. Undone, I fay undone. Doc. Etes vous fpirite, ou flesh and blood? anfere. 0. Ger. Give me my cloaths, my jewels, I fay! Doc. Parblieu! I believe it is our ver good friend and neighbour, Monfieur Girarde! 0. Ger. The fame, the fame! O dear, O dear! Doc. Et pourquoi faites vous tant bruit? -vat you make a dis noise ?—et vy you come vidout your breeches, in dis nafty pofture?" 0. Ger. That baggage there, and the young witch your daughter, have contriv'd to abuse and cheat me out of two thousand pounds worth of jewels that were pawn'd -How, my fon here! to me. Enter Young Gerald and Angelica. r. Ger. Yes, Sir, and my wife. 0. Ger, And married too? then all is at an end: but where are my cloaths, and r. Ger. Your cloaths are fafe enough, Sir-Crifpin can tell you how I came by 'em. Doc. Crifpin! Crif. Doctor Crifpin, Sir, at your fervice! [Struts. Crif. Non rogus, non dogus ;- -medicus fum. H 0. Ger. |