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16 No gout ?—no gout? (jumps up) Tol do rol de rol! (skips) Then I may dance again—but only with you, my darling Janet. Tony! Tony!—ha, ha, ha!—throw the crutches out of the window! Captain, I'll walk, ride, run, hop, swim, skate with you for a hundred! Belinda, allow me to present one who adores you.

Oh!

But what caused these cursed twinges?

Oh, Tony must explain that.

Tony!

They turn and see him extended in a chair.

—Tony!

Coming!

What’s the matter, Tony?

Ah! that voice!

Are you dying, Tony?

In course I am!

Give him air.

I want no air—I want spirits! (starting up) But I’ll be revenged! I'll give you all

What? Poison?

No—warning!

Rushes off

I confess I have been playing the fool; but as it is not the ﬁrst time I have done so (to the ) and have been forgiven, I trust, with your permission it will not be the last;—and if I am the first of the Martyrs who ever solicited a repetition of his "First Fit of the Gout," it is in the hope that I shall find a sovereign remedy in your indulgent approbation.