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(Enter Archer in haste)

ARCHER

Saving your presence...where...where is Lady Bountiful? Pray, which
is the old lady of you three?

LADY BOUNTIFUL

I am.

ARCHER

God be praised! Madam, my master is in distress, and the fame of
your ladyship's charity and skill have drawn me hither to implore
your ladyship's help.

LADY BOUNTIFUL

Why, sir, what is the matter?

ARCHER

I fear that my unfortunate master is this minute breathing his last.

LADY BOUNTIFUL

Your master? Where is he? -Scrub!

ARCHER

At your gate, madam. Drawn hither by the appearance of your handsome
house he came up the avenue to view it nearer; and he was taken ill
of a sudden with a sort, I know not what, and there he lies.

LADY BOUNTIFUL

Scrub! Scrub! -Is your master used to these fits?

ARCHER

Oh, yes, madam. Frequently I have known him to be unconscious for
whole nights at a time.

LADY BOUNTIFUL

What's his name?

ARCHER

Lord, madam, he's a-dying. A minute's care or neglect may save or
destroy his life.

(Enter Scrub)

SCRUB

Yes, milady?

LADY BOUNTIFUL

Take this easy chair into the avenue and put the gentleman in it and
bring him in here,- quickly, quickly. Come with me, I'll see him
brought in myself.

(Exeunt Lady Bountiful, Archer and Scrub)

MR S. SULLEN (Bursts out laughing)

Ha, ha,ha,ha,ha.

DORINDA

Why, sister, how can you laugh when the gentleman may be at this