Truce! --truce, good Dr. _Slop_: --stay thy obstetrick hand; ----return it safe into thy bosom to keep it warm; ----little dost thou know what obstacles, ------little dost thou think what hidden causes, retard its operation! ----Hast thou, Dr. _Slop_, --hast thou been intrusted with the secret articles of the solemn treaty which has brought thee into this place? --Art thou aware that at this instant, a daughter of _Lucina_ is put obstetrically over thy head? Alas! --'tis too true. --Besides, great son of _Pilumnus!_ what canst thou do? --Thou hast come forth unarm'd; --thou hast left thy _tire-tte_, --thy new-invented _forceps_, --thy _crotchet_, --thy _squirt_, and all thy instruments of salvation and deliverance, behind thee, --By Heaven! at this moment they are hanging up in a green bays bag, betwixt thy two pistols, at the bed's head! --Ring; --call; --send _Obadiah_ back upon the coach-horse to bring them with all speed.

Truce! - truce, good Dr. Slop: - stay thy obstetric hand! Hast thou, Dr. Slop, been told of the secret and solemn treaty which has brought thee here? Art thou aware that at this instant, a mere midwife is put over thy head?
Alas! 'tis too true. What canst thou do? Thou hast come unarmed; thou hast left thy new-invented forceps, and all thy instruments of deliverance, behind thee. By Heaven! at this moment they are hanging up in a green baize bag, at thy house! - Ring - call - send Obadiah back upon the coach-horse to bring them with all speed.
