Mr. Dot. Adad! I wish this Wench wou'd come; what did she leave her Mistress to die upon me for? Adad! I don't like a dead Woman so well. 'Tis foolish, mighty foolish, to sneak so pitifully out of the World, when one's just, as one may say, coming into it: Hem, hem, she begins to recover, I'll lead her in and cherish her, as well as I can.