him a box.] Do you dare affront my virtue, you villain! D'ye think the world should bribe me to part with my virtue, my dear virtue? There, take your purse again. Greg. But where's the gold? Dor. The gold I'll keep, as an eternal monu. ment of my virtue. Greg. O what a happy dog am I, to find my wife so virtuous a woman, when I least expected it! Oh my injured dear! behold your Gregory, your own husband. Dor. Ha! Enter LEANDER. Greg. I think I shall be revenged of you now, my dear. So, Sir. Lean. I think I make a pretty good apothecary now. Greg. Yes, faith, you're almost as good an apethecary as I'm a physician, and if you please I'll convey you to the patient. Lean. If I did but know a few physical hand words Greg. A few physicical hard words! why, in a few hard words consists the science. Would you know as much as the whole faculty in su instant, Sir? come along, come along.-Hold, let me go first; the doctor must always go before the apothecary. [Exeunt SCENE III-SIR JASPER's House. SIR JASPER, CHARLOTTE, GREGORY, LEANDER. Sir J. Has she made no attempt to speak yet! Jam. Not in the least, Sir; so far from it, that, as she used to make a sort of a noise before, she is now quite silent. Sir J. [Looking on his watch.] 'Tis almost the time the doctor promised to return. Oh! he is here. Doctor, your servant. Greg. Well, Sir, how does my patient? tion. Greg. So much the better, 'tis a sign that it operates. Sir J. Who is that gentleman, pray, with you? Greg. An apothecary, Sir. Mr. Apothecary, I desire you would immediately apply the remedy Hel. Then, Sir, I should be glad of your ad- I prescribed. vice. Greg. Let me feel your pulse. Hel. Not for myself, good doctor; I am myself, Sir, a brother of the faculty, what the world calls a mad doctor. I have at present under my care, a patient whom I can by no means prevail with to speak. Greg. I shall make him speak, Sir. Hel. It will add, Sir, to the great reputation you have already acquired: I am happy in finding you. Greg. Sir, I am as happy in finding you. You see that woman there; she is possessed of a more strange sort of madness, and imagines every one she sees to be her husband. Now, Sir, if you will but admit her into your house Hel. Most willingly, Sir. Greg The first thing, Sir, you are to do, is to let out thirty ounces of her blood: then, Sir, you are to shave off all her hair, all her hair, Sir; after which you are to make a very severe use of your rod twice a day; and take a particular care that she have not the least allowance beyond bread and water. Hel. Sir, I shall readily agree to the dictates of so great a man; nor can I help approving of your method, which is exceeding mild and wholesome. Greg. [To his wife.] My dear, that gentleman will conduct you to my lodging. -Sir, I beg you will take a particular care of. the lady. Sir J. A song, doctor? prescribe a song! Greg. Prescribe a song, Sir! yes, Sir, prescribe a song, Sir. Is there any thing so strange in that? did you never hear of pills to purge melancholy! If you understand these things better than 1, why did you send for me? sbud! Sir, this song would make a a stone speak. But, if you please, Sir, you and I will confer at some distance during the application; for this song will do you as much harm as it will do your daughter good. Be sure, Mr. Apothecary, to pour it down her ears very closely. Air.-LEANDER. Thus, lovely patient, Charlotte sees The torments which I feel. Think, skilful nymph, while I complain, All other remedies are vain; Can only cause my cure. Some say, Greg. It is, Sir, a great and subtle question among the doctors, whether the women are more easy to be cured than men. I beg that you would attend to this, Sir, if you please. no; others say, yes; and for my part, I say both yes, and no; forasmuch as the incongruity of the opaque humours that meet in the natural temper of women, are the cause that the brutal part will always prevail over the sensible- -one sees that the inequality of their opinions depends on the black movement of the circle of the moon, and as the sun that darts its rays upon the concavity of [Exit with DORCAS. the earth, finds— Hel. You may depend on't, Sir, nothing in my power shall be wanting; you have only to inquire for Dr. Hellebore. Dor. 'Twon't be long before I see you, husband. Hel. Husband! this is as unaccountable a madness as any I have yet met with. Char. No, I am not at all capable of changing | walk in the garden, be sure lose no time; to the my opinion. remedy, quick, to the remedy specific. Sir J. My daughter speaks! my daughter speaks! Oh, the great power of physic! oh the admirable physician! How can I reward thee for such a service? Char. I never will submit to this tyranny; and if I must not have the man I like, I'll die a maid. Sir J. You shall have Mr. Dapper | [Exeunt LEANDER and CHARLOTTE. Sir J. What drugs, Sir, were those I heard you mention, for I don't remember I ever heard them spoken of before? Greg. They, are some, Sir, lately discovered by the Royal Society. Sir J. Did you ever see any thing equal to her insolence? Greg. Daughters are indeed sometimes a little too head-strong. Sir J. You cannot imagine, Sir, how foolishly fond she is of that Leander. Greg. The heat of blood, Sir, causes that in young minds. Sir J. For my part, the moment I discovered the violence of her passion, I have always kept her locked up. Greg. You have done very wisely. Sir J. And I have prevented them from having the least communication together; for who knows what might have been the consequence? who knows but she might have taken it into her head, to have run away with him. Greg. Very true. Sir J. Ay, Sir, let me alone for governing girls; I think I have some reason to be vain on that head; I think I have shown the world, that I Char. No, not in any manner, not in the least, understand a little of women, I think I have; and not at all; you throw away your breath, you lose let me tell you, Sir, there is not a little art requiryour time; you may confine me, beat me, bruise ed; if this girl had had some fathers, they had me, destroy me, kill me, do what you will, but I ne-not kept her out of the hands of so vigilant a ver will consent; nor all your threats, nor all your lover as I have done. blows, nor all your ill-usage, never shall force me to consent; so far from giving him my heart, I never will give him my hand; for he is my aversion, I hate the very sight of him, I had rather see the devil, I had rather touch a toad; you may make me miserable any other way, but with him you sha'n't, that I'm resolved. Greg. There, Sir, there, I think we have brought her tongue to a pretty tolerable consistency. Sir J. Consistency, quotha! why, there is no stopping her tongue.-Dear doctor, I desire you will make her dumb again. Greg. That's impossible, Sir; all that I can do to serve you is, I can make you deaf if you please. Sir J. And do you think Char. All your reasoning shall never conquer my resolution. Sir J. You shall marry Mr. Dapper, this evening. Char. I'll be buried first. Greg. Stay, Sir, stay, let me regulate this affair; it is a distemper that possesses her, and I know what remedy to apply to it. Sir J. Is it possible, Sir, that you can cure the distempers of the mind? Greg. Sir, I can cure any thing. Harkye, Mr. Apothecary, you see that the love she has for Leander is entirely contrary to the will of her father, and that there is no time to lose, and that an immediate remedy is necessary for my part, I know of but one, which is a dose of purgative running-away, mixt with two drachms of pills matrimoniac, and three large handfuls of the arbor vita; perhaps she will make some difficulty to ake them; but, as you are an able apothecary, I hall trust to you for the success; go, make her Greg. No certainly, Sir. Enter DORCAS. Dor. Where is this villain, this rogue, this pretended physician? Sir J. Heyday! What, what, what's the matter now? Dor. Oh sirrah! sirrah! would you have destroyed your wife, you villain? would you have been guilty of murder, dog! Greg. Hoity, toity! What mad woman is this? Sir J. Poor wretch! for pity's sake cure her, doctor. Greg. Sir, I shall not cure her, unless somebody gives me a fee. If you will give me a fee, Sir Jasper, you shall see me cure her this instant. Dor. I'll fee you, you villain. Cure me! Enter JAMES. Jam. Oh, Sir! undone, undone! your daughter is run away with her lover, Leander, who was here disguised like an apothecary-and this is the rogue of a physician, who has contrived all the affair. Sir J. How am I abused in this inanner? Here, who is there? Bid my clerk bring pen, ink, and paper; I'll send this fellow to jail immediately. Jam. Indeed, my good doctor, you stand a very fair chance to be hanged for stealing an heiress. Greg. Yes, indeed, I believe I shall take my degrees now. Dor. And are they going to hang you, my dear husband? Greg. You see, my dear wife. Dor. Had you finished the faggots, it had been some consolation. Greg. Leave me, or you'll break my heart. Dor. No, I'll stay to encourage you at your death; nor will I budge an inch, till I've seen you hanged. Enter LEANDER and CHARLOTTE. Lean. Behold, Sir, that Leander, whom you had forbid your house, restores your daughter to your power, even when he had her in his. I have received letters, by which I have learnt the death of an uncle, whose estate far exceeds that of your intended son-in-law. Sir J. Sir, your virtue is beyond all estates, and I give you my daughter with all the pleasure in the world. Lean. Now my fortune makes me happy indeed, my dearest Charlotte. And, doctor, I'll make thy fortune too. Greg. If you would be so kind to make me a physician in earnest, I should desire no other for tune. Lean. Faith, doctor, I wish I could do that it return for your having made me an apothecary; but I'll do as well for thee, I warrant. Dor. So, so, our physician, I find, has brought about fine matters. And is it not owing to me, sirrah, that you have been a physician at all? And for Sir J. May I beg to know whether you are a physician or not, or what the devil you are? Greg. I think, Sir, after the miraculous cure you have seen me perform, you have no reason to ask, whether I am a physician or no. you, wife, I'll henceforth have you behave with all deference to my greatness; for a faggot-maker can only thrash your jacket, but a physician, he Dor. Can pick your pocket. Why, thou puffed up fool! I could have made as good a physician myself; the cure was owing to the apothecary, not the doctor. [Exeunt PROLOGUE. THE time has been when plays were not so plenty, And a less number, new, would well content ye. So t'other can foretell, by certain rules, Still they proceed, and, at our charge, write worse; 'Twere some amends, if they could reimburse; For that damn'd poet's spar'd, who damns a brother, As one thief 'scapes that executes another. Then freely judge the scenes that shall ensue; What then am I? Am I more senseless grown Leon. Dear Madam, cease, Or moderate your grief; there is no causeAlm. No cause! Peace, peace! there is eternal cause, And misery eternal will succeed. Thou canst not tell-thou hast indeed no cause. Have softly whisper'd, and inquir'd his health; That thus could melt to see a stranger's wrongs. Thou hadst no cause but general compassion. Leon. Love of my royal mistress gave me cause, My love of you begot my grief for him; Aim. Alphonso! O, Alphonso! They must to me bring curses, grief of heart, Alm. Why was I carried to Anselmo's court? Oh, Alphonso, Alphonso! Devouring seas have wash'd thee from my sight. No time shall raze thee from my memory; No, I will live to be thy monument: Alm. Alas! what have I said? My grief has hurried me beyond all thought. Alm. Oh, no, thou know'st not half, Leon. Witness these tears- Of greatness, to be wretched, and unpitied— His worth, his truth, and tenderness of love. Leon. The memory of that brave prince stands fair I was a welcome captive in Valentia, Conducting them who follow'd us, to shun Alm. That day, that fatal day, our hands were join'd. For when my lord beheld the ship pursuing, |