Samuel Foote,
The Lame Lover: A Comedy in Three Acts
“ BETTY.Bless my soul! my lady is gone!—John! Will! Kitty! run hither this instant.— Enter two Maids and a Man Servant. ALL.What, what's the matter?BETTY.Quick! quick! some hartshorn and water [pats her hand.] Madam! madam—SERVANT.Here! here! here! [bringing water.] BETTY.John, go for the potter-carrier this instant—I believes to my soul she is dead—Kitty, fetch some feathers to burn under her nose;—there, stand further off, and give her some air— Enter Sir Luke.Sir LUKE.Hey day! what the deuce is the matter? what's the meaning of all this, Mrs. Betty?BETTY.Oh! ”
