Good lack, good lack, to think of the instability
of human affairs!
of human affairs!
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Nay, then, I'll try your armour for you.
[_Beats
them_. ]
_All_. Oh! oh! --quarter! quarter!
[_Exeunt_ CORPORAL FLINT _and_ SOLDIERS. ]
_Just_. [_Coming forward_. ] Trim them, trounce them, break
their bones, honest Humphrey--What a spirit he has!
_Rosy_. Aquafortis. _O'Con_. Betray your master!
_Rosy_. What a miracle of fidelity!
_Just_. Ay, and it shall not go unrewarded--I'll give him
sixpence on the spot. Here, honest Humphrey, there's for yourself: as
for this bribe, [_takes up the purse_,] such trash is best in the
hands of justice. Now, then, doctor, I think I may trust him to guard
the women: while he is with them I may go out with safety.
_Rosy_. Doubtless you may--I'll answer for the lieutenant's
behaviour whilst honest Humphrey is with your daughter.
_Just_. Ay, ay, she shall go nowhere without him. Come along,
honest Humphrey. How rare it is to meet with such a servant!
[_Exeunt_. ]
SCENE II. --_A Garden_.
LAURETTA _discovered. Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS _and_
LIEUTENANT O'CONNOR.
_Just_. Why, you little truant, how durst you wander so far from
the house without my leave? Do you want to invite that scoundrel
lieutenant to scale the walls and carry you off?
_Lau_. Lud, papa, you are so apprehensive for nothing.
_Just_. Why, hussy----
_Lau_. Well, then, I can't bear to be shut up all day so like a
nun. I am sure it is enough to make one wish to be run away with--and
I wish I was run away with--I do--and I wish the lieutenant knew it.
_Just_. You do, do you, hussy? Well, I think I'll take pretty
good care of you. Here, Humphrey, I leave this lady in your care. Now
you may walk about the garden, Miss Pert; but Humphrey shall go with
you wherever you go. So mind, honest Humphrey, I am obliged to go
abroad for a little while; let no one but yourself come near her;
don't be shame-faced, you booby, but keep close to her. And now, miss,
let your lieutenant or any of his crew come near you if they can.
[_Exit_. ]
_Lau_. How this booby stares after him! [_Sits down and
sings_. ]
_O'Con_. Lauretta!
_Lau_. Not so free, fellow! [_Sings_. ]
_O'Con_. Lauretta! look on me.
_Lau_. Not so free, fellow!
_O'Con_. No recollection!
_Lau_. Honest Humphrey, be quiet.
_O'Con_. Have you forgot your faithful soldier?
_Lau_. Ah! Oh preserve me!
_O'Con_. 'Tis, my soul! your truest slave, passing on your father
in this disguise.
_Lau_. Well now, I declare this is charming--you are so
disguised, my dear lieutenant, and you look so delightfully ugly. I am
sure no one will find you out, ha! ha! ha! --You know I am under your
protection; papa charged you to keep close to me.
_O'Con_. True, my angel, and thus let me fulfil----
_Lau_. O pray now, dear Humphrey----
_O'Con_. Nay, 'tis but what old Mittimus commanded. [_Offers to
kiss her_. ]
_Re-enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
_Just_. Laury, my--hey! what the devil's here?
_Lau_. Well now, one kiss, and be quiet.
_Just_. Your very humble servant, honest Humphrey! Don't let me--
pray don't let me interrupt you!
_Lau_. Lud, papa! Now that's so good-natured--indeed there's no
harm. You did not mean any rudeness, did you, Humphrey?
_O'Con_. No, indeed, miss; his worship knows it is not in me.
_Just_. I know that you are a lying, canting, hypocritical
scoundrel; and if you don't take yourself out of my sight----
_Lau_. Indeed, papa, now I'll tell you how it was. I was sometime
taken with a sudden giddiness, and Humphrey seeing me beginning to
totter, ran to my assistance, quite frightened, poor fellow, and took
me in his arms.
_Just_. Oh! was that all--nothing but a little giddiness, hey!
_O'Con_. That's all, indeed, your worship; for seeing miss change
colour, I ran up instantly.
_Just_. Oh, 'twas very kind in you!
_O'Con_. And luckily recovered her.
_Just_. And who made you a doctor, you impudent rascal, hey? Get
out of my sight, I say, this instant, or by all the statutes--
_Lau_. Oh now, papa, you frighten me, and I am giddy again! --Oh,
help!
_O'Con_. O dear lady, she'll fall! [_Takes her into his
arms_. ]
_Just_. Zounds! what before my face--why then, thou miracle of
impudence! --[_Lays hold of him and discovers him_. ]--Mercy on me,
who have we here? --Murder! Robbery! Fire! Rape! Gunpowder! Soldiers!
John! Susan! Bridget!
_O'Con_. Good sir, don't be alarmed; I mean you no harm.
_Just_. Thieves! Robbers! Soldiers!
_O'Con_. You know my love for your daughter--
_Just_. Fire! Cut-throats!
_O'Con_. And that alone--
_Just_. Treason! Gunpowder!
_Enter a_ SERVANT _with a blunderbuss_.
Now, scoundrel! let her go this instant.
_Lau_. O papa, you'll kill me!
_Just_. Honest Humphrey, be advised. Ay, miss, this way, if you
please.
_O'Con_. Nay, sir, but hear me----
_Just_. I'll shoot.
_O'Con_. And you'll be convinced----
_Just_. I'll shoot.
_O'Con_. How injurious----
_Just_. I'll shoot--and so your very humble servant, honest
Humphrey Hum. [_Exeunt separately_. ]
SCENE III. --_A Walk_.
_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.
_Rosy_. Well, I think my friend is now in a fair way of
succeeding. Ah! I warrant he is full of hope and fear, doubt and
anxiety; truly he has the fever of love strong upon him: faint,
peevish, languishing all day, with burning, restless nights. Ah! just
my case when I pined for my poor dear Dolly! when she used to have her
daily colics, and her little doctor be sent for. Then would I
interpret the language of her pulse--declare my own sufferings in my
receipt for her--send her a pearl necklace in a pill-box, or a cordial
draught with an acrostic on the label. Well, those days are over: no
happiness lasting: all is vanity--now sunshine, now cloudy--we are, as
it were, king and beggar--then what avails----
_Enter_ LIEUTENANT O'CONNOR.
_O'Con_. O doctor! ruined and undone.
_Rosy_. The pride of beauty----
_O'Con_. I am discovered, and----
_Rosy_. The gaudy palace----
_O'Con_. The justice is----
_Rosy_. The pompous wig----
_O'Con_. Is more enraged than ever.
_Rosy_. The gilded cane----
_O'Con_. Why, doctor! [_Slapping him on the shoulder_. ]
_Rosy_. Hey!
_O'Con_. Confound your morals! I tell you I am discovered,
discomfited, disappointed.
_Rosy_. Indeed!
Good lack, good lack, to think of the instability
of human affairs! Nothing certain in this world--most deceived when
most confident--fools of fortune all.
_O'Con_. My dear doctor, I want at present a little practical
wisdom. I am resolved this instant to try the scheme we were going to
put into execution last week. I have the letter ready, and only want
your assistance to recover my ground.
_Rosy_. With all my heart--I'll warrant you I'll bear a part in
it: but how the deuce were you discovered?
_O'Con_. I'll tell you as we go; there's not a moment to be lost.
_Rosy_. Heaven send we succeed better! --but there's no knowing.
_O'Con_. Very true.
_Rosy_. We may and we may not.
_O'Con_. Right.
_Rosy_. Time must show.
_O'Con_. Certainly.
_Rosy_. We are but blind guessers.
_O'Con_. Nothing more.
_Rosy_. Thick-sighted mortals.
_O'Con_. Remarkably.
_Rosy_. Wandering in error.
_O'Con_. Even so.
_Rosy_. Futurity is dark.
_O'Con_. As a cellar.
_Rosy_. Men are moles.
[_Exeunt_ LIEUTENANT O'CONNOR _forcing out_ ROSY. ]
SCENE IV. --_A Room in_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS' _House_.
_Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS _and_ MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
_Just_. Odds life, Bridget, you are enough to make one mad! I
tell you he would have deceived a chief justice; the dog seemed as
ignorant as my clerk, and talked of honesty as if he had been a
churchwarden.
_Mrs. Bri_. Pho! nonsense, honesty! --what had you to do, pray,
with honesty? A fine business you have made of it with your Humphrey
Hum: and miss, too, she must have been privy to it. Lauretta! ay, you
would have her called so; but for my part I never knew any good come
of giving girls these heathen Christian names: if you had called her
Deborrah, or Tabitha, or Ruth, or Rebecca, or Joan, nothing of this
had ever happened; but I always knew Lauretta was a runaway name.
_Just_. Psha, you're a fool!
_Mrs. Bri_. No, Mr. Credulous, it is you who are a fool, and no
one but such a simpleton would be so imposed on.
_Just_. Why zounds, madam, how durst you talk so? If you have no
respect for your husband, I should think _unus quorum_ might
command a little deference.
_Mrs. Bri_. Don't tell me! --Unus fiddlestick! you ought to be
ashamed to show your face at the sessions: you'll be a laughing-stock
to the whole bench, and a byword with all the pig-tailed lawyers and
bag-wigged attorneys about town.
_Just_. Is this language for his majesty's representative? By the
statutes, it's high treason and petty treason, both at once!
_Enter_ SERVANT.
_Ser_. A letter for your worship.
_Just_. Who brought it?
_Ser_. A soldier.
_Just_. Take it away and burn it.
_Mrs. Bri_. Stay! --Now you're in such a hurry--it is some canting
scrawl from the lieutenant, I suppose. --[_Takes the letter. --
Exit_ SERVANT. ] Let me see:--ay, 'tis signed O'Connor.
_Just_. Well, come read it out.
_Mrs. Bri_. [_Reads_. ] _Revenge is sweet_.
_Just_. It begins so, does it? I'm glad of that; I'll let the dog
know I'm of his opinion.
_Mrs. Bri_. [_Reads_. ] _And though disappointed of my
designs upon your daughter, I have still the satisfaction of knowing I
am revenged on her unnatural father; for this morning, in your
chocolate, I had the pleasure to administer to you a dose of
poison! _--Mercy on us!
_Just_. No tricks, Bridget; come, you know it is not so; you know
it is a lie.
_Mrs. Bri_. Read it yourself.
_Just_. [_Reads_. ] _Pleasure to administer a dose of
poison_! --Oh, horrible! Cut-throat villain! --Bridget!
_Mrs. Bri_. Lovee, stay, here's a postscript. --[_Reads_. ]
_N. B. 'Tis not in the power of medicine to save you_.
_Just_. Odds my life, Bridget! why don't you call for help? I've
lost my voice. --My brain is giddy--I shall burst, and no assistance. --
John! --Laury! --John!
_Mrs. Bri_. You see, lovee, what you have brought on yourself.
_Re-enter_ SERVANT.
_Ser_. Your worship!
_Just_. Stay, John; did you perceive anything in my chocolate cup
this morning?
_Ser_. Nothing, your worship, unless it was a little grounds.
_Just_. What colour were they?
_Ser_. Blackish, your worship.
_Just_. Ay, arsenic, black arsenic! --Why don't you run for Dr.
Rosy, you rascal?
_Ser_. Now, sir?
_Mrs. Bri_. Oh, lovee, you may be sure it is in vain; let him run
for the lawyer to witness your will, my life.
_Just_. Zounds! go for the doctor, you scoundrel. You are all
confederate murderers.
_Ser_. Oh, here he is, your worship. [_Exit_. ]
_Just_. Now, Bridget, hold your tongue, and let me see if my
horrid situation be apparent.
_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.
_Rosy_. I have but just called to inform--hey! bless me, what's
the matter with your worship?
_Just_. There, he sees it already! --Poison in my face, in
capitals! Yes, yes, I'm a sure job for the undertakers indeed!
_Mrs. Bri_. Oh! oh! alas, doctor!
_Just_. Peace, Bridget! --Why, doctor, my dear old friend, do you
really see any change in me?
_Rosy_. Change! never was man so altered: how came these black
spots on your nose?
_Just_. Spots on my nose!
_Rosy_. And that wild stare in your right eye!
_Just_. In my right eye?
_Rosy_. Ay, and, alack, alack, how you are swelled!
_Just_. Swelled!
_Rosy_. Ay, don't you think he is, madam?
_Mrs. Bri_. Oh! 'tis in vain to conceal it! --Indeed, lovee, you
are as big again as you were this morning.
_Just_. Yes, I feel it now--I'm poisoned! --Doctor, help me, for
the love of justice!
them_. ]
_All_. Oh! oh! --quarter! quarter!
[_Exeunt_ CORPORAL FLINT _and_ SOLDIERS. ]
_Just_. [_Coming forward_. ] Trim them, trounce them, break
their bones, honest Humphrey--What a spirit he has!
_Rosy_. Aquafortis. _O'Con_. Betray your master!
_Rosy_. What a miracle of fidelity!
_Just_. Ay, and it shall not go unrewarded--I'll give him
sixpence on the spot. Here, honest Humphrey, there's for yourself: as
for this bribe, [_takes up the purse_,] such trash is best in the
hands of justice. Now, then, doctor, I think I may trust him to guard
the women: while he is with them I may go out with safety.
_Rosy_. Doubtless you may--I'll answer for the lieutenant's
behaviour whilst honest Humphrey is with your daughter.
_Just_. Ay, ay, she shall go nowhere without him. Come along,
honest Humphrey. How rare it is to meet with such a servant!
[_Exeunt_. ]
SCENE II. --_A Garden_.
LAURETTA _discovered. Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS _and_
LIEUTENANT O'CONNOR.
_Just_. Why, you little truant, how durst you wander so far from
the house without my leave? Do you want to invite that scoundrel
lieutenant to scale the walls and carry you off?
_Lau_. Lud, papa, you are so apprehensive for nothing.
_Just_. Why, hussy----
_Lau_. Well, then, I can't bear to be shut up all day so like a
nun. I am sure it is enough to make one wish to be run away with--and
I wish I was run away with--I do--and I wish the lieutenant knew it.
_Just_. You do, do you, hussy? Well, I think I'll take pretty
good care of you. Here, Humphrey, I leave this lady in your care. Now
you may walk about the garden, Miss Pert; but Humphrey shall go with
you wherever you go. So mind, honest Humphrey, I am obliged to go
abroad for a little while; let no one but yourself come near her;
don't be shame-faced, you booby, but keep close to her. And now, miss,
let your lieutenant or any of his crew come near you if they can.
[_Exit_. ]
_Lau_. How this booby stares after him! [_Sits down and
sings_. ]
_O'Con_. Lauretta!
_Lau_. Not so free, fellow! [_Sings_. ]
_O'Con_. Lauretta! look on me.
_Lau_. Not so free, fellow!
_O'Con_. No recollection!
_Lau_. Honest Humphrey, be quiet.
_O'Con_. Have you forgot your faithful soldier?
_Lau_. Ah! Oh preserve me!
_O'Con_. 'Tis, my soul! your truest slave, passing on your father
in this disguise.
_Lau_. Well now, I declare this is charming--you are so
disguised, my dear lieutenant, and you look so delightfully ugly. I am
sure no one will find you out, ha! ha! ha! --You know I am under your
protection; papa charged you to keep close to me.
_O'Con_. True, my angel, and thus let me fulfil----
_Lau_. O pray now, dear Humphrey----
_O'Con_. Nay, 'tis but what old Mittimus commanded. [_Offers to
kiss her_. ]
_Re-enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
_Just_. Laury, my--hey! what the devil's here?
_Lau_. Well now, one kiss, and be quiet.
_Just_. Your very humble servant, honest Humphrey! Don't let me--
pray don't let me interrupt you!
_Lau_. Lud, papa! Now that's so good-natured--indeed there's no
harm. You did not mean any rudeness, did you, Humphrey?
_O'Con_. No, indeed, miss; his worship knows it is not in me.
_Just_. I know that you are a lying, canting, hypocritical
scoundrel; and if you don't take yourself out of my sight----
_Lau_. Indeed, papa, now I'll tell you how it was. I was sometime
taken with a sudden giddiness, and Humphrey seeing me beginning to
totter, ran to my assistance, quite frightened, poor fellow, and took
me in his arms.
_Just_. Oh! was that all--nothing but a little giddiness, hey!
_O'Con_. That's all, indeed, your worship; for seeing miss change
colour, I ran up instantly.
_Just_. Oh, 'twas very kind in you!
_O'Con_. And luckily recovered her.
_Just_. And who made you a doctor, you impudent rascal, hey? Get
out of my sight, I say, this instant, or by all the statutes--
_Lau_. Oh now, papa, you frighten me, and I am giddy again! --Oh,
help!
_O'Con_. O dear lady, she'll fall! [_Takes her into his
arms_. ]
_Just_. Zounds! what before my face--why then, thou miracle of
impudence! --[_Lays hold of him and discovers him_. ]--Mercy on me,
who have we here? --Murder! Robbery! Fire! Rape! Gunpowder! Soldiers!
John! Susan! Bridget!
_O'Con_. Good sir, don't be alarmed; I mean you no harm.
_Just_. Thieves! Robbers! Soldiers!
_O'Con_. You know my love for your daughter--
_Just_. Fire! Cut-throats!
_O'Con_. And that alone--
_Just_. Treason! Gunpowder!
_Enter a_ SERVANT _with a blunderbuss_.
Now, scoundrel! let her go this instant.
_Lau_. O papa, you'll kill me!
_Just_. Honest Humphrey, be advised. Ay, miss, this way, if you
please.
_O'Con_. Nay, sir, but hear me----
_Just_. I'll shoot.
_O'Con_. And you'll be convinced----
_Just_. I'll shoot.
_O'Con_. How injurious----
_Just_. I'll shoot--and so your very humble servant, honest
Humphrey Hum. [_Exeunt separately_. ]
SCENE III. --_A Walk_.
_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.
_Rosy_. Well, I think my friend is now in a fair way of
succeeding. Ah! I warrant he is full of hope and fear, doubt and
anxiety; truly he has the fever of love strong upon him: faint,
peevish, languishing all day, with burning, restless nights. Ah! just
my case when I pined for my poor dear Dolly! when she used to have her
daily colics, and her little doctor be sent for. Then would I
interpret the language of her pulse--declare my own sufferings in my
receipt for her--send her a pearl necklace in a pill-box, or a cordial
draught with an acrostic on the label. Well, those days are over: no
happiness lasting: all is vanity--now sunshine, now cloudy--we are, as
it were, king and beggar--then what avails----
_Enter_ LIEUTENANT O'CONNOR.
_O'Con_. O doctor! ruined and undone.
_Rosy_. The pride of beauty----
_O'Con_. I am discovered, and----
_Rosy_. The gaudy palace----
_O'Con_. The justice is----
_Rosy_. The pompous wig----
_O'Con_. Is more enraged than ever.
_Rosy_. The gilded cane----
_O'Con_. Why, doctor! [_Slapping him on the shoulder_. ]
_Rosy_. Hey!
_O'Con_. Confound your morals! I tell you I am discovered,
discomfited, disappointed.
_Rosy_. Indeed!
Good lack, good lack, to think of the instability
of human affairs! Nothing certain in this world--most deceived when
most confident--fools of fortune all.
_O'Con_. My dear doctor, I want at present a little practical
wisdom. I am resolved this instant to try the scheme we were going to
put into execution last week. I have the letter ready, and only want
your assistance to recover my ground.
_Rosy_. With all my heart--I'll warrant you I'll bear a part in
it: but how the deuce were you discovered?
_O'Con_. I'll tell you as we go; there's not a moment to be lost.
_Rosy_. Heaven send we succeed better! --but there's no knowing.
_O'Con_. Very true.
_Rosy_. We may and we may not.
_O'Con_. Right.
_Rosy_. Time must show.
_O'Con_. Certainly.
_Rosy_. We are but blind guessers.
_O'Con_. Nothing more.
_Rosy_. Thick-sighted mortals.
_O'Con_. Remarkably.
_Rosy_. Wandering in error.
_O'Con_. Even so.
_Rosy_. Futurity is dark.
_O'Con_. As a cellar.
_Rosy_. Men are moles.
[_Exeunt_ LIEUTENANT O'CONNOR _forcing out_ ROSY. ]
SCENE IV. --_A Room in_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS' _House_.
_Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS _and_ MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
_Just_. Odds life, Bridget, you are enough to make one mad! I
tell you he would have deceived a chief justice; the dog seemed as
ignorant as my clerk, and talked of honesty as if he had been a
churchwarden.
_Mrs. Bri_. Pho! nonsense, honesty! --what had you to do, pray,
with honesty? A fine business you have made of it with your Humphrey
Hum: and miss, too, she must have been privy to it. Lauretta! ay, you
would have her called so; but for my part I never knew any good come
of giving girls these heathen Christian names: if you had called her
Deborrah, or Tabitha, or Ruth, or Rebecca, or Joan, nothing of this
had ever happened; but I always knew Lauretta was a runaway name.
_Just_. Psha, you're a fool!
_Mrs. Bri_. No, Mr. Credulous, it is you who are a fool, and no
one but such a simpleton would be so imposed on.
_Just_. Why zounds, madam, how durst you talk so? If you have no
respect for your husband, I should think _unus quorum_ might
command a little deference.
_Mrs. Bri_. Don't tell me! --Unus fiddlestick! you ought to be
ashamed to show your face at the sessions: you'll be a laughing-stock
to the whole bench, and a byword with all the pig-tailed lawyers and
bag-wigged attorneys about town.
_Just_. Is this language for his majesty's representative? By the
statutes, it's high treason and petty treason, both at once!
_Enter_ SERVANT.
_Ser_. A letter for your worship.
_Just_. Who brought it?
_Ser_. A soldier.
_Just_. Take it away and burn it.
_Mrs. Bri_. Stay! --Now you're in such a hurry--it is some canting
scrawl from the lieutenant, I suppose. --[_Takes the letter. --
Exit_ SERVANT. ] Let me see:--ay, 'tis signed O'Connor.
_Just_. Well, come read it out.
_Mrs. Bri_. [_Reads_. ] _Revenge is sweet_.
_Just_. It begins so, does it? I'm glad of that; I'll let the dog
know I'm of his opinion.
_Mrs. Bri_. [_Reads_. ] _And though disappointed of my
designs upon your daughter, I have still the satisfaction of knowing I
am revenged on her unnatural father; for this morning, in your
chocolate, I had the pleasure to administer to you a dose of
poison! _--Mercy on us!
_Just_. No tricks, Bridget; come, you know it is not so; you know
it is a lie.
_Mrs. Bri_. Read it yourself.
_Just_. [_Reads_. ] _Pleasure to administer a dose of
poison_! --Oh, horrible! Cut-throat villain! --Bridget!
_Mrs. Bri_. Lovee, stay, here's a postscript. --[_Reads_. ]
_N. B. 'Tis not in the power of medicine to save you_.
_Just_. Odds my life, Bridget! why don't you call for help? I've
lost my voice. --My brain is giddy--I shall burst, and no assistance. --
John! --Laury! --John!
_Mrs. Bri_. You see, lovee, what you have brought on yourself.
_Re-enter_ SERVANT.
_Ser_. Your worship!
_Just_. Stay, John; did you perceive anything in my chocolate cup
this morning?
_Ser_. Nothing, your worship, unless it was a little grounds.
_Just_. What colour were they?
_Ser_. Blackish, your worship.
_Just_. Ay, arsenic, black arsenic! --Why don't you run for Dr.
Rosy, you rascal?
_Ser_. Now, sir?
_Mrs. Bri_. Oh, lovee, you may be sure it is in vain; let him run
for the lawyer to witness your will, my life.
_Just_. Zounds! go for the doctor, you scoundrel. You are all
confederate murderers.
_Ser_. Oh, here he is, your worship. [_Exit_. ]
_Just_. Now, Bridget, hold your tongue, and let me see if my
horrid situation be apparent.
_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.
_Rosy_. I have but just called to inform--hey! bless me, what's
the matter with your worship?
_Just_. There, he sees it already! --Poison in my face, in
capitals! Yes, yes, I'm a sure job for the undertakers indeed!
_Mrs. Bri_. Oh! oh! alas, doctor!
_Just_. Peace, Bridget! --Why, doctor, my dear old friend, do you
really see any change in me?
_Rosy_. Change! never was man so altered: how came these black
spots on your nose?
_Just_. Spots on my nose!
_Rosy_. And that wild stare in your right eye!
_Just_. In my right eye?
_Rosy_. Ay, and, alack, alack, how you are swelled!
_Just_. Swelled!
_Rosy_. Ay, don't you think he is, madam?
_Mrs. Bri_. Oh! 'tis in vain to conceal it! --Indeed, lovee, you
are as big again as you were this morning.
_Just_. Yes, I feel it now--I'm poisoned! --Doctor, help me, for
the love of justice!
