Rosy. Efacks, I can do nothing, but there’s the German quack, whom you wanted to send from town; I met him at the next door, and I know he has antidotes for all poisons.

Just. Fetch him, my dear friend, fetch him! I’ll get him a diploma if he cures me.

Rosy. Well, there’s no time to be lost; you continue to swell immensely.

[Exit.

Mrs. Bri. What, my dear, will you submit to be cured by a quack nostrum-monger? For my part, as much as I love you, I had rather follow you to your grave than see you owe your life to any but a regular- bred physician.

Just. I’m sensible of your affection, dearest; and be assured nothing consoles me in my melancholy situation so much as the thoughts of leaving you behind.

Re-enter Doctor Rosy, with Lieutenant O’Connor disguised.

Rosy. Great luck; met him passing by the door.

O’Con. Metto dowsei pulsum.

Rosy. He desires me to feel your pulse.

Just. Can’t he speak English.

Rosy. Not a word.

O’Con. Palio vivem mortem soonem.

Rosy. He says you have not six hours to live.

Just. O mercy! does he know my distemper?

Rosy. I believe not.

Just. Tell him ’tis black arsenic they have given me.

Rosy. Geneable illi arsnecca.

O’Con. Pisonatus.

Just. What does he say?

Rosy. He says you are poisoned.

Just. We know that; but what will be the effect?

Rosy. Quid effectum?

O’Con. Diable tutellum.

Rosy. He says you’ll die presently.

Just. Oh, horrible! What, no antidote?

O’Con. Curum benakere bono fullum.