ort.--And then, Sir, what becomes of your Demonstration?--

Enter _Wittmore_ with the Ring.

Oh--Mr. _Fainlove_, come, come, you're tardy, let's away to Church.

Enter _Roger_.

_Rog._ Sir, here is Doctor _Turboon_, and those other Doctors your
Worship expected.

Enter Lady _Fancy_ and _Bartholomew_.

Sir _Pat._ The Doctors already!--well, bring 'em up; come, Madam, we
have waited for your Ladyship,--bring up the Doctors, _Roger_.
[Exit _Roger_.

L. _Fan._ _Wittmore_, I have now brought that design to a happy
Conclusion, for which I married this formal Ass; I'll tell thee more
anon,--we are observ'd.

L. _Kno._ Oh, _Lodwick's_ come!

Enter _Lodwick_, Monsieur _Turboon_, Fat Doctor, _Amsterdam_,
_Leyden_, Sir _Credulous_.

Sir _Pat._ Doctor _Turboon_, your Servant, I expected you not this two
hours.

_Turb._ Nor had ee com, Sir, bot for dese wordy Gentlemen, whos Affairs
wode not permit dem to come at your hoar.

Sir _Pat._ Are they English pray?

_Turb._ Dis is, Sir,-- [Pointing to _Lod._] an admirable Physician, and
a rare Astrologer.--Dis speaks good _English_, bot a _Collender_ born.
[Points to Sir _Cred._

Sir _Cred._ What a pox, does the Fellow call me a Cullender?

_Lod._ He means a _High-Dutch-man_ of the Town of _Collen_, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Sir, I have heard of your Fame.--Doctor, pray entertain these
Gentlemen till my return, I'll be with you presently.

_Lod._ Sir, I hope you go not forth to day. [Gazing on his Face.

Sir _Pat._ Not far, Sir.

_Lod._ There is a certain Star has rul'd this two days, Sir, of a very
malignant Influence to Persons of your Complection and
Constitution.--Let me see--within this two hours and six minutes, its
Malice will be spent, till then it will be fatal.

Sir _Pat._ Hum, reign'd this two Days?--I profess and things have gone
very cross with me this two Days,--a notable Man this.

L. _Kno._ Oh, a very profound Astrologer, Sir, upon my Honour, I know
him.

Sir _Pat._ But this is an Affair of that Importance, Sir,--

_Lod._ If it be more than Health or Life, I beg your pardon, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Nay, no Offence, Sir, I beseech you, I'll stay, Sir.

L. _Kno._ How! Sir _Patient_ not see us married?

Sir _Pat._ You shall excuse me, Madam.

L. _Fan._ This was lucky; Oh Madam, wou'd you have my Dear venture out,
when a malignant Star reigns! not for the World.

Sir _Pat._ No, I'll not stir; had it been any Star but a malignan