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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    jj* The Mother-M-Law or, Sir Cred. Thou Fury! would’ft thou ftifle me? [Getting up in a Paffion, throwing the Pillows at her, and drives her out of the Room. Lady Hip. Hold, hold, what’s the Matter now ? Sir Cred. Ay, my Love, you don’t know the Ma¬ lice of that Wretch, fhe has quite put me befide my felfj and ’tis more than a Dozen Juleps can do to re¬ cover me. *-Oh! Oh! I’m faint! I die! [ Sinking in his Chair. Lady Hip. There, there, my Jewel, compofe your felf a little. Sir Cred. My Sweeting, you are the only Comfort I have* and that I may make fome Requital for all this Goodnefs, I’m determin’d, my Heart, as I told you before, to make my Will. Lady Hip. O my Precious! let’s not talk on’t I in* treat you3 I can’t fupport the Thoughts of it: the very Name of IFill makes me leap for--Grief. Sir. Cred. I defired you would fpeak to your Attor¬ ney about it. Lady Hip. Why — why —I can’t fpeak to him a- bout it, ’tvvould cut me to the Heart to mention any fuch thing. But—-but you might have been difpleas’d perhaps, and difcompos’d, if 1 had not in fome way complied with your Requeffc 3 fo—-—fo I have fenc for him 3 and then you may fpeak to him your felf, my Joy — O ! here he comes. Enter Cranny. Sir Cred. Come in, Mr. Cranny, come in. Take a Chair, if you pleafe: My Wife has told me, Sir, that you are a very honeft Man, and one of her parti* cular Friends 3 and I have order’d her to fpeak to you about making my Will. Lady Hip. Alas! my Love, when one’s fo fond of a Husband, as I am of my Jewel, one’s but in a poor Condition to think of fuch things. Sir Cred. Be pleafed, Sir, to inform me by what Method I may cut off my Children, and leave all to my Wife.——I have been to Counfel about it, but they - cra nny.