The mock doctor : or, the dumb lady cur'd. A comedy. Done from Moliére [by H. Fielding] ... With the musick prefix'd to each song. As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal, Drury-Lane / By His Majesty's servants.

  • Henry Fielding
Date:
1771
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The mock doctor : or, the dumb lady cur'd. A comedy. Done from Moliére [by H. Fielding] ... With the musick prefix'd to each song. As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal, Drury-Lane / By His Majesty's servants. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Lean. Ha, ha, ha ! Do&or, you’re miflaken; I am not lick, I affure you. Greg. How, Sir! not Tick ! Do you think I don’t know when a Man is fick, better than he does himfelf ? Lean. Well, if I have any Diftemper, it is the Love of that young Lady your Patienr, from whom you juft now came, and to whom if you can convey me, I fwear, dear Doctor, I fhall be effectually cur’d. Greg. Do you take me for a Pimp, Sir, a Phyftcian for a Pimp ? Lean. Dear Sir ! make no Noife. Greg. Sir, I will make a Noife ; you’re an impertinent Fellow. Lean. Softly, good Sir ! Greg. I fhall fhew you, Sir, that I’m not fuch a fort of a Perfon, and that you are an infolent, faucy-— [Leander gives a Purfe.]-I’m not fpeaking to you, Sir; but there are certain impertinent Fellows in the World, that take People for what they are not*-which always puts me, Sir, into fuch a Paftion, that.- Lean. I afk Pardon, Sir, for the Liberty I have taken. Greg. O dear, Sir ! no Offence in the leaft.-Pray, Sir, how am I to ferve you ? Lean. This Diftemper, Sir, which you are fent for to cure, is feign'd. The Phyficians have reafon’d upon it, according to Cuftom, and have derived it from the Brain, from the Bowels, from the Liver, Lungs, Lights, and every Part of the Body ; but the trueCaufe of it is Love ; and is an Invention of Char- lot*s, to deliver her from a Match fhe diffkcs. Greg. Hum!—Suppofe you were to difguife yourfelf as an Apothecary ? Lean. I’m not very well known to her Father, therefore be¬ lieve I may pafs upon him fecurely. Greg. Go then, difguife yourfelf immediately ; I’ll wait for you here—Ha ! methinks I fee a Patient. . [Exit Lean. SCENE /
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