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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    who’ll fettle his whole Eftate on him, in confideration of this Marriage, and Dr. Mummy has a good Five Thoufand a Year. Prim. Mercy on us! what a world of People mu ft he have kill’d to get fuch an Eftate! Sir Cred. Why you horrible, impudent — hold your Peace. I'm refolv’d on this Match, and —— Belina. But, Sir, you won’t furely -- Prim. O! don’t mind it. Madam3 your Father is but in jeft. Sir Cred. I am not in jeft, Minx5 I am refolv’d up~ on it. Prim. O fy! don’t talk fo. Sir Cred. Not talk fo ! Prim. No. Sir Cred. Why fo, Huffy? Prim. They’ll fay you don’t know what you talk. Sir Cred. They may fay what they pleafe, but I’ll make her obey. Prim; You won’t indeed. Sir Cred. Hey-day ! this is pleafant enough! I (han’t difpefe of my own Daughter as 1 pleafe! Prim. No, 1 tell you. Sir Cred. Who fhall hinder me, Huffy? Prim. Your felf. Sir3 you won’t have the Heart to do it, your fatherly Tendernefs won’t let you. Sir Cred. Don’t let her depend upon that. Prim. Ah ! dear Sir 3 ’Tis but her {bedding a few mollifying Tears, throwing her pretty Arms a- bout your Neck, a dear Papa, with a Sigh, a Sob, and a Kifs — and the Bufinefs is done. Sir Cred. I tell you I’m not to be mov’d. Prim. Lack-a-day! don’t I know you 3 you are na¬ turally good humour’d? Sir Cred. I’m not good-humour’d, I’m ill-humour’d When I have a mind ta’t, and—— Prim. Softly, foftly, Sir3 you are lick, and ftiould not be in a Paftion. Sir Cred. I command her abfolutely to prepare to t^ke the Husband I defig-n for her.