I fancy, after all, I must pick up this glove myself. I am afraid some sudden indisposition——
WORSHIPTON(confusedly).
I beg pardon! I—I have a slight pain in my jaw-bone; I believe it is the tooth-ach.
LADY GOODBODY.
The tooth-ach! how I pity you! there is no pain in the world so bad. But I have a cure for it that I always carry about in my pocket for the good of myself and my friends: do swallow some drops of it; it will cure you presently (offering him a phial).
WORSHIPTON(retreating from her).
You are infinitely obliging, madam, but I never take any thing for it.
LADY GOODBODY(following him with the phial).
Do take it, and hold it in your mouth for some time before you swallow it. It is very nauseous, but it will cure you.
WORSHIPTON(still retreating).
Pray, madam, be so obliging as to excuse me: I cannot possibly swallow it.
