_Dom._ But, if she be ill this afternoon, she may have new occasion to
confess.
_Gom._ Indeed, as you order matters with the colonel, she may have
occasion of confessing herself every hour.
_Dom._ Pray, how long has she been sick?
_Gom._ Lord, you will force a man to speak;--why, ever since your last
defeat.
_Dom._ This can be but some slight indisposition; it will not last,
and I may see her.
_Gom._ How, not last! I say, it will last, and it shall last; she
shall be sick these seven or eight days, and perhaps longer, as I see
occasion. What? I know the mind of her sickness a little better than
you do.
_Dom._ I find, then, I must bring a doctor.
_Gom._ And he'll bring an apothecary, with a chargeable long bill of
_ana's_: those of my family have the grace to die cheaper. In a word,
Sir Dominick, we understand one another's business here: I am resolved
to stand like the Swiss of my own family, to defend the entrance; you
may mumble over your _pater nosters_, if you please, and try if you
can make my doors fly open, and batter down my walls with bell, book,
and candle; but I am not of opinion, that you are holy enough to
commit miracles.
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