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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    Lady Hip. Oh ! Oh ! I’ll have nothing to do with them. All the Goods in the World are nothing to me in comparifon of thee, my Love. --How much didfl; thou fay there was hid behind the Wain- fcot. Sir Cred. Five Thoufand Guineas, my Life. Lady Hip. Oh! don’t talk to me about Money, I befeech you. --How much in Notes didft thou fay, my Soul? Sir Cred. As much more, my Precious. But come, let us go into my little Clofet, and there we’ll fettle every thing. Come, my Love, pr’ythee fup- port me. Lady Hip. Come then, my poor little dear Child. [Exeunt. Re-enter Belina, follow'd by Primrofe. Prim. I tell you. I’ll have nothing more to fay to you.— What, Hand as if you had loll your Tongue! and hear fuch a foolifh Propofal, without making any Anfwer ! Mull I be obliged to play your Part for you ? Belina. What could I have faid, Primrofe, when I found him fo abfolute? Prim. Said! That you was to marry for yourfelf, and not for him 5 that you being principally concerned, your Inclinations ought to be principally confulted j and that if he was fo fond of his Looby, he might marry him himfelf. Belina. A Father has fo much Power over one, that I could not fay a Word. Prim. Nay, you was in the right of it* I fee you have a mind to be Mr. Looby's, and why fhould I op- pole your Inclinations. I was much in the wrong, now I think better of it* the Match will be very ad¬ vantageous to be! fure. Madam Looby is a genteel Name, and the Land's End a fine Place to live at, that’s certain. Belina. Pray, Primrofe, give over this Talk, and I’ll do whatever you’ll have me.