LAETITIA, FONDLEWIFE
LAET.Oh! won't you follow, and see him out of doors, my dear?
FOND.I'll shut this door to secure him from coming back--Give me the key of your cabinet, Cocky.Ravish my wife before my face? Iwarrant he's a Papist in his heart at least, if not a Frenchman.
LAET.What can I do now! (Aside.) Oh! my dear, I have been in such a fright, that I forgot to tell you, poor Mr.Spintext has a sad fit of the colic, and is forced to lie down upon our bed--you'll disturb him; I can tread softlier.
FOND.Alack, poor man--no, no--you don't know the papers--I won't disturb him; give me the key.[She gives him the key, goes to the chamber door and speaks aloud.]
LAET.'Tis nobody but Mr.Fondlewife, Mr.Spintext, lie still on your stomach; lying on your stomach will ease you of the colic.
FOND.Ay, ay, lie still, lie still; don't let me disturb you.
