The mother-in-law, or, The doctor the disease : a comedy.

  • James Miller
Date:
1734
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Credit: The mother-in-law, or, The doctor the disease : a comedy. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Sir Cred. ’Tis an Hour--- Prim. Oh ! Oh ! Sir Cred. Hold your faucy Tongue, that I may fcold at thee, or I Ml *—--- Prim. I like that indeed, after what I have done to my felf. Sir Cred. Thou hail made me bawl nay Throat fore, Gipfy. Prim, And you have naade me break my Head $ fo fet one again!! t’other, and we are quit. Sir Cred. How, Confidence! Prim. If you fcold. I’ll cry. Sir Cred. To leave me, you Jade ——~ Prim. Oh ! Oh! Sir Cred. Again ! I fhall run mad ! Why, you pert, b rate ft, abominable, provoking Monitor, {han’t I have the Pleafure of Scolding at thee neither ? Prim. If you have the Pleafure of Scolding, ’tis but fair that I fhould have the Pleafure of Crying $ one’s as reasonable a Pleafure as t’other. Sir Cred. Well, well, ha’done — Take away thefe things here, and fee you get me my Gruel ready. Prim. Ay, this Dr. Mummy and Mr. Galleypot divert themfelves finely, at the Ex pence of your Carcafe. They have a rare Milch-Cow of you> and I’d gladly know what Diftemper you have, that your Maw rnuit be thus, perpetually fluff’d with Phyfick. Sir Cred. Peace, Ignorance. ’Tisn’t for you to con trad i£fc the Prefcriptions of Art. Go, call my Daughter Belina here. I’ve fomething to fay to her. . prim. She’s here already, Sir. Enter Bel in a. * Sir Cred. Come here, Belina, I want to fpeak with you. Belina. I wait your Pleafure, Sir. Sir Cred. Why, I’ve a Piece of News to tell you, that perhaps you little expect, Girl. Here’s a Match, you nmft know, propos’d to me for you -. - You fmile