"How is he going on to-night ?" "I feared to tell your lordship," replied Pillichody, "lest it should spoil your mirth; but he broke out of his chamber a few hours ago, and has not been discovered since.

Most likely, he will be found in the plague-pit or the Thames in the morning, for he was in such an infuriated state, that it is the opinion of his attendants he would certainly destroy himself.

You know he was attacked two days after Nizza Macascree was seized by the pestilence, and his brain has been running upon the poor girl ever since." "Alas!" exclaimed Rochester, "it is a sad end.

I am wearied of this infected city, and shall be heartily glad to quit it.

A few months in the country with Amabel will be enchanting." "_Apropos_ of melancholy subjects," said Etherege, "your masque of the Dance of Death has caused great consternation at court.