Title: St. Patrick's Day; Or, The Scheming Lieutenant: A Farce in One Act
Author: Sheridan, Richard Brinsley
Language: English
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ST. PATRICK’S DAY

OR, THE SCHEMING LIEUTENANT

_A FARCE_

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

AS ORIGINALLY ACTED AT COVENT-GARDEN THEATRE IN 1775

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR _Mr. Clinch_.
DR. ROSY _Mr. Quick_.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS _Mr. Lee Lewes_.
SERJEANT TROUNCE _Mr. Booth_.
CORPORAL FLINT……………………
LAURETTA _Mrs. Cargill_.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS _Mrs. Pitt_.

Drummer, Soldiers, Countrymen, _and_ Servant.

SCENE—A TOWN IN ENGLAND.



ACT I.

SCENE I.—LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR’s Lodgings.


_Enter_ SERJEANT TROUNCE, CORPORAL FLINT, _and four_ SOLDIERS.

FIRST SOLDIER.
I say you are wrong; we should all speak together, each for himself,
and all at once, that we may be heard the better.

SECOND SOLDIER.
Right, Jack, we’ll argue in platoons.

THIRD SOLDIER.
Ay, ay, let him have our grievances in a volley, and if we be to have a
spokesman, there’s the corporal is the lieutenant’s countryman, and
knows his humour.

CORPORAL FLINT.
Let me alone for that. I served three years, within a bit, under his
honour, in the Royal Inniskillions, and I never will see a sweeter
tempered gentleman, nor one more free with his purse. I put a great
shammock in his hat this morning, and I’ll be bound for him he’ll wear
it, was it as big as Steven’s Green.

FOURTH SOLDIER.
I say again then you talk like youngsters, like militia striplings:
there’s a discipline, look’ee in all things, whereof the serjeant must
be our guide; he’s a gentleman of words; he understands your foreign
lingo, your figures, and such like auxiliaries in scoring. Confess now
for a reckoning, whether in chalk or writing, ben’t he your only man?

CORPORAL FLINT.
Why the serjeant is a scholar to be sure, and has the gift of reading.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Good soldiers, and fellow-gentlemen, if you make me your spokesman, you
will show the more judgment; and let me alone for the argument. I’ll be
as loud as a drum, and point blank from the purpose.

ALL.
Agreed, agreed.

CORPORAL FLINT.
Oh, faith! here comes the lieutenant.—Now, Serjeant.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
So then, to order.—Put on your mutiny looks; every man grumble a little
to himself, and some of you hum the Deserter’s March.

_Enter_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Well, honest lads, what is it you have to complain of?

SOLDIER.
Ahem! hem!

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
So please your honour, the very grievance of the matter is this:—ever
since your honour differed with justice Credulous, our inn-keepers use
us most scurvily. By my halbert, their treatment is such, that if your
spirit was willing to put up with it, flesh and blood could by no means
agree; so we humbly petition that your honour would make an end of the
matter at once, by running away with the justice’s daughter, or else
get us fresh quarters,—hem! hem!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Indeed! Pray which of the houses use you ill?

FIRST SOLDIER.
There’s the Red Lion an’t half the civility of the old Red Lion.

SECOND SOLDIER.
There’s the White Horse, if he wasn’t case-hardened, ought to be
ashamed to show his face.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Very well; the Horse and the Lion shall answer for it at the quarter
sessions.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
The two Magpies are civil enough; but the Angel uses us like devils,
and the Rising Sun refuses us light to go to bed by.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Then, upon my word, I’ll have the Rising Sun put down, and the Angel
shall give security for his good behaviour; but are you sure you do
nothing to quit scores with them?

CORPORAL FLINT.
Nothing at all, your honour, unless now and then we happen to fling a
cartridge into the kitchen fire, or put a spatterdash or so into the
soup; and sometimes Ned drums up and down stairs a little of a night.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Oh, all that’s fair; but hark’ee, lads, I must have no grumbling on St.
Patrick’s Day; so here, take this, and divide it amongst you. But
observe me now,—show yourselves men of spirit, and don’t spend sixpence
of it in drink.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Nay, hang it, your honour, soldiers should never bear malice; we must
drink St. Patrick’s and your honour’s health.

ALL.
Oh, damn malice! St. Patrick’s and his honour’s by all means.

CORPORAL FLINT.
Come away, then, lads, and first we’ll parade round the Market-cross,
for the honour of King George.

FIRST SOLDIER.
Thank your honour.—Come along; St. Patrick, his honour, and strong beer
for ever! [_Exeunt_ SOLDIERS.]

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Get along, you thoughtless vagabonds! yet, upon my conscience, ’tis
very hard these poor fellows should scarcely have bread from the soil
they would die to defend.

_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.

Ah, my little Dr. Rosy, my Galen a-bridge, what’s the news?

DR. ROSY.
All things are as they were, my Alexander; the justice is as violent as
ever: I felt his pulse on the matter again, and, thinking his rage
began to intermit, I wanted to throw in the bark of good advice, but it
would not do. He says you and your cut-throats have a plot upon his
life, and swears he had rather see his daughter in a scarlet fever than
in the arms of a soldier.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Upon my word the army is very much obliged to him. Well, then, I must
marry the girl first, and ask his consent afterwards.

DR. ROSY.
So, then, the case of her fortune is desperate, hey?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Oh, hang fortune,—let that take its chance; there is a beauty in
Lauretta’s simplicity, so pure a bloom upon her charms.

DR. ROSY.
So there is, so there is. You are for beauty as nature made her, hey!
No artificial graces, no cosmetic varnish, no beauty in grey, hey!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Upon my word, doctor, you are right; the London ladies were always too
handsome for me; then they are so defended, such a circumvallation of
hoop, with a breastwork of whale-bone that would turn a pistol-bullet,
much less Cupid’s arrows,—then turret on turret on top, with stores of
concealed weapons, under pretence of black pins,—and above all, a
standard of feathers that would do honour to a knight of the Bath. Upon
my conscience, I could as soon embrace an Amazon, armed at all points.

DR. ROSY.
Right, right, my Alexander! my taste to a tittle.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Then, doctor, though I admire modesty in women, I like to see their
faces. I am for the changeable rose; but with one of these quality
Amazons, if their midnight dissipations had left them blood enough to
raise a blush, they have not room enough in their cheeks to show it. To
be sure, bashfulness is a very pretty thing; but, in my mind, there is
nothing on earth so impudent as an everlasting blush.

DR. ROSY.
My taste, my taste!—Well, Lauretta is none of these. Ah! I never see
her but she put me in mind of my poor dear wife.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
[_Aside_.] Ay, faith; in my opinion she can’t do a worse thing. Now he
is going to bother me about an old hag that has been dead these six
years.

DR. ROSY.
Oh, poor Dolly! I never shall see her like again; such an arm for a
bandage—veins that seemed to invite the lancet. Then her skin, smoothe
and white as a gallipot; her mouth as large and not larger than the
mouth of a penny phial; her lips conserve of roses; and then her
teeth—none of your sturdy fixtures—ache as they would, it was but a
small pull, and out they came. I believe I have drawn half a score of
her poor dear pearls—[_weeps_]—But what avails her beauty? Death has no
consideration—one must die as well as another.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
[_Aside_.] Oh, if he begins to moralize—-[_Takes out his snuff-box_.]

DR. ROSY.
Fair and ugly, crooked or straight, rich or poor—flesh is grass—flowers
fade!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Here, doctor, take a pinch, and keep up your spirits.

DR. ROSY.
True, true, my friend; grief can’t mend the matter—all’s for the best;
but such a woman was a great loss, lieutenant.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
To be sure, for doubtless she had mental accomplishments equal to her
beauty.

DR. ROSY.
Mental accomplishments! she would have stuffed an alligator, or pickled
a lizard, with any apothecaru’s wife in the kingdom. Why, she could
decipher a prescription, and invent the ingredients, almost as well as
myself: then she was such a hand at making foreign waters!—for Seltzer,
Pyrmont, Islington, or Chalybeate, she never had her equal; and her
Bath and Bristol springs exceeded the originals.—Ah, poor Dolly! she
fell a martyr to her own discoveries.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
How so, pray?

DR. ROSY.
Poor soul! her illness was occasioned by her zeal in trying an
improvement on the Spa-water by an infusion of rum and acid.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Ay, ay, spirits never agree with water-drinkers.

DR. ROSY.
No, no, you mistake. Rum agreed with her well enough; it was not the
rum that killed the poor dear creature, for she died of a dropsy. Well,
she is gone, never to return, and has left no pledge of our loves
behind. No little babe, to hang like a label round papa’s neck. Well,
well, we are all mortal—sooner or later—flesh is grass— flowers fade.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
[_Aside_.] Oh, the devil!—again!

DR. ROSY.
Life’s a shadow—the world a stage—we strut an hour.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Here, doctor. [_Offers snuff_.]

DR. ROSY.
True, true, my friend: well, high grief can’t cure it. All’s for the
best, hey! my little Alexander?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Right, right; an apothecary should never be out of spirits. But come,
faith, ’tis time honest Humphrey should wait on the justice; that must
be our first scheme.

DR. ROSY.
True, true; you should be ready: the clothes are at my house, and I
have given you such a character, that he is impatient to have you: he
swears you shall be his body-guard. Well, I honour the army, or I
should never do so much to serve you.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Indeed I am bound to you for ever, doctor; and when once I’m possessed
of my dear Lauretta, I will endeavour to make work for you as fast as
possible.

DR. ROSY.
Now you put me in mind of my poor wife again.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Ah, pray forget her a little: we shall be too late.

DR. ROSY.
Poor Dolly!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
’Tis past twelve.

DR. ROSY.
Inhuman dropsy!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
The justice will wait.

DR. ROSY.
Cropped in her prime!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
For heaven’s sake, come!

DR. ROSY.
Well, flesh is grass.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
O, the devil!

DR. ROSY.
We must all die—

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Doctor!

DR. ROSY.
Kings, lords, and common whores—

[_Exeunt_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR _forcing_ Rosy _off_.]

SCENE II.—_A Room in_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS’ _House_.

_Enter_ LAURETTA _and_ MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.

LAURETTA.
I repeat it again, mamma, officers are the prettiest men in the world,
and Lieutenant O’Connor is the prettiest officer I ever saw.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
For shame, Laura! how can you talk so?—or if you must have a military
man, there’s Lieutenant Plow, or Captain Haycock, or Major Dray, the
brewer, are all your admirers; and though they are peaceable, good kind
of men, they have as large cockades, and become scarlet, as well as the
fighting folks.

LAURETTA.
Psha! you know, mamma, I hate militia officers; a set of dunghill cocks
with spurs on—heroes scratched off a church door— clowns in military
masquerade, wearing the dress without supporting the character. No,
give me the bold upright youth, who makes love to- day, and his head
shot off to-morrow. Dear! to think how the sweet fellows sleep on the
ground, and fight in silk stockings and lace ruffles.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Oh, barbarous! to want a husband that may wed you to- day, and be sent
the Lord knows where before night; then in a twelvemonth perhaps to
have him come like a Colossus, with one leg at New York, and the other
at Chelsea Hospital.

LAURETTA.
Then I’ll be his crutch, mamma.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
No, give me a husband that knows where his limbs are, though he want
the use of them:—and if he should take you with him, to sleep in a
baggage-cart, and stroll about the camp like a gipsy, with a knapsack
and two children at your back; then, by way of entertainment in the
evening, to make a party with the serjeant’s wife to drink bohea tea,
and play at all-fours on a drum-head:—’tis a precious life, to be sure!

LAURETTA.
Nay, mamma, you shouldn’t be against my lieutenant, for I heard him say
you were the best natured and best looking woman in the world.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Why, child, I never said but that Lieutenant O’Connor was a very
well-bred and discerning young man; ’tis your papa is so violent
against him.

LAURETTA.
Why, Cousin Sophy married an officer.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, Laura, an officer of the militia.

LAURETTA.
No, indeed, ma’am, a marching regiment.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
No, child, I tell you he was a major of militia.

LAURETTA.
Indeed, mamma, it wasn’t.

_Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Bridget, my love, I have had a message.

LAURETTA.
It was cousin Sophy told me so.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I have had a message, love—

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
No, child, she would say no such thing.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
A message, I say.

LAURETTA.
How could he be in the militia when he was ordered abroad?

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, girl, hold your tongue!—Well, my dear.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I have had a message from Doctor Rosy.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
He ordered abroad! He went abroad for his health.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why, Bridget!—

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Well, deary.—Now hold your tongue, miss.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
A message from Dr. Rosy, and Dr. Rosy says—

LAURETTA.
I’m sure, mamma, his regimentals—

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Damn his regimentals!—Why don’t you listen?

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, girl, how durst you interrupt your papa?

LAURETTA.
Well, papa.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Dr. Rosy says he’ll bring—

LAURETTA.
Were blue turned up with red, mamma.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Laury!—says he will bring the young man—

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Red! yellow, if you please, miss.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Bridget!—the young man that is to be hired—

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Besides, miss, it is very unbecoming in you to want to have the last
word with your mamma; you should know—

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why, zounds! will you hear me or no?

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
I am listening, my love, I am listening!—But what signifies my silence,
what good is my not speaking a word, if this girl will interrupt and
let nobody speak but herself?—Ay, I don’t wonder, my life, at your
impatience; your poor dear lips quiver to speak; but I suppose she’ll
run on, and not let you put in a word.— You may very well be angry;
there is nothing, sure, so provoking as a chattering, talking—

LAURETTA.
Nay, I’m sure, mamma, it is you will not let papa speak now.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Why, you little provoking minx——

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Get out of the room directly, both of you—get out!

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, go, girl.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Go, Bridget, you are worse than she, you old hag. I wish you were both
up to the neck in the canal, to argue there till I took you out.

_Enter_ SERVANT.

SERVANT.
Doctor Rosy, sir

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Show him up. [_Exit_ SERVANT.]

LAURETTA.
Then you own, mamma, it was a marching regiment?

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
You’re an obstinate fool, I tell you; for if that had been the case——

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
You won’t go?

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
We are going, Mr. Surly.—If that had been the case, I say, how could——

LAURETTA.
Nay, mamma, one proof——

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
How could Major——

LAURETTA.
And a full proof——

[JUSTICE CREDULOUS _drives them off_.]

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
There they go, ding dong in for the day. Good lack! a fluent tongue is
the only thing a mother don’t like her daughter to resemble her in.

_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.

Well, doctor, where’s the lad—where’s Trusty?

DR. ROSY.
At hand; he’ll be here in a minute, I’ll answer for’t. He’s such a one
as you an’t met with,—brave as a lion, gentle as a saline draught.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ah, he comes in the place of a rogue, a dog that was corrupted by the
lieutenant. But this is a sturdy fellow, is he, doctor?

DR. ROSY.
As Hercules; and the best back-sword in the country. Egad, he’ll make
the red coats keep their distance.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
O the villains; this is St. Patrick’s day, and the rascals have been
parading my house all the morning. I know they have a design upon me;
but I have taken all precautions: I have magazines of arms, and if this
fellow does but prove faithful, I shall be more at ease.

DR. ROSY.
Doubtless he’ll be a comfort to you.

_Re-enter_ SERVANT.

SERVANT.
There is a man below, inquires for Doctor Rosy.

DR. ROSY.
Show him up.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Hold! a little caution—how does he look?

SERVANT.
A country-looking fellow, your worship.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, well, well, for Doctor Rosy; these rascals try all ways to get in
here.

SERVANT.
Yes, please your worship; there was one here this morning wanted to
speak to you; he said his name was Corporal Breakbones.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Corporal Breakbones!

SERVANT.
And Drummer Crackskull came again.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ay, did you ever hear of such a damned confounded crew? Well, show the
lad in here! [_Exit_ SERVANT.]

DR. ROSY.
Ay, he’ll be your porter; he’ll give the rogues an answer.

_Enter_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR, _disguised_.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
So, a tall—Efacks! what! has lost an eye?

DR. ROSY.
Only a bruise he got in taking seven or eight highwaymen.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
He has a damned wicked leer somehow with the other.

DR. ROSY.
Oh, no, he’s bashful—a sheepish look——

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well, my lad, what’s your name?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Humphrey Hum.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Hum—I don’t like Hum!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
But I be mostly called honest Humphrey——

DR. ROSY.
There, I told you so, of noted honesty.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well, honest Humphrey, the doctor has told you my terms, and you are
willing to serve, hey?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And please your worship I shall be well content.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well, then, hark’ye, honest Humphrey,—you are sure now, you will never
be a rogue—never take a bribe hey, honest Humphrey?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
A bribe! what’s that?

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
A very ignorant fellow indeed!

DR. ROSY.
His worship hopes you will not part with your honesty for money.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Noa, noa.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well said, Humphrey—my chief business with you is to watch the motions
of a rake-helly fellow here, one Lieutenant O’Connor.

DR. ROSY.
Ay, you don’t value the soldiers, do you, Humphrey?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Not I; they are but zwaggerers, and you’ll see theu’ll be as much
afraid of me as they would of their captain.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
And i’faith, Humphrey, you have a pretty cudgel there!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Ay, the zwitch is better than nothing, but I should be glad of a
stouter: ha’ you got such a thing in the house as an old coach-pole, or
a spare bed-post?

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oons, what a dragon it is!—Well, Humphrey, come with me.—I’ll just show
him to Bridget, doctor, and we’ll agree.—Come along, honest Humphrey.
[_Exit_.]

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
My dear doctor, now remember to bring the justice presently to the
walk: I have a scheme to get into his confidence at once.

DR. ROSY.
I will, I will. [_They shake hands_.]

_Re-enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why, honest Humphrey, hey! what the devil are you at?

DR. ROSY.
I was just giving him a little advice.—Well I must go for the
present.—Good-morning to your worship—you need not fear the lieutenant
while he is in your house.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well, get in, Humphrey. Good-morning to you, doctor.— [_Exit_ DOCTOR
ROSY.] Come along, Humphrey.—Now I think I am a match for the
lieutenant and all his gang. [_Exeunt_.]



ACT II.

SCENE I.—_A Street_.

_Enter_ SERJEANT TROUNCE, DRUMMER _and_ SOLDIERS.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Come, silence your drum—there is no valour stirring to-day. I thought
St. Patrick would have given us a recruit or two to- day.

SOLDIER.
Mark, serjeant!

_Enter two_ COUNTRYMEN.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Oh! these are the lads I was looking for; they have the look of
gentlemen.—An’t you single, my lads?

FIRST COUNTRYMAN.
Yes, an please you, I be quite single: my relations be all dead, thank
heavens, more or less. I have but one poor mother left in the world,
and she’s an helpless woman.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Indeed! a very extraordinary case—quite your own master then—the fitter
to serve his Majesty.—Can you read?

FIRST COUNTRYMAN.
Noa, I was always too lively to take to learning; but John here is main
clever at it.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
So, what you’re a scholar, friend?

SECOND COUNTRYMAN.
I was born so, measter. Feyther kept grammar-school.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Lucky man—in a campaign or two put yourself down chaplain to the
regiment. And I warrant you have read of warriors and heroes?

SECOND COUNTRYMAN.
Yes, that I have: I have read of Jack the Giant Killer, and the Dragon
of Wantly, and the—Noa, I believe that’s all in the hero way, except
once about a comet.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Wonderful knowledge!—Well, my heroes, I’ll write word to the king of
your good intentions, and meet me half an hour hence at the Two
Magpies.

COUNTRYMAN.
We will, your honour, we will.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
But stay; for fear I shouldn’t see you again in the crowd, clap these
little bits of ribbon into your hats.

FIRST COUNTRYMAN.
Our hats are none of the best.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Well, meet me at the Magpies, and I’ll give you money to buy new ones.

COUNTRYMAN.
Bless your honour, thank your honour. [_Exeunt_.]

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
[_Winking at_ SOLDIERS.] Jack! [_Exeunt_ SOLDIERS.]

_Enter_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.

So, here comes one would make a grenadier—Stop, friend, will you list?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Who shall I serve under?

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Under me, to be sure.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Isn’t Lieutenant O’Connor your officer?

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
He is, and I am commander over him.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
What! be your serjeants greater than your captains?

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
To be sure we are; ’tis our business to keep them in order. For
instance, now, the general writes to me, dear Serjeant, or dear
Trounce, or dear Serjeant Trounce, according to his hurry, if your
lieutenant does not demean himself accordingly, let me know.— Yours,
General Deluge.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And do you complain of him often?

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
No, hang him, the lad is good-natured at the bottom, so I pass over
small things. But hark’ee, between ourselves, he is most confoundedly
given to wenching.

_Enter_ CORPORAL FLINT.

CORPORAL FLINT.
Please your honour, the doctor is coming this way with his worship—We
are all ready, and have our cues. [_Exit_.]

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Then, my dear Trounce, or my dear Sergeant, or my dear Serjeant
Trounce, take yourself away.

SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Zounds! the lieutenant—I smell of the black hole already. [_Exit_.]

_Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS _and_ DOCTOR ROSY.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I thought I saw some of the cut-throats.

DR. ROSY.
I fancy not; there’s no one but honest Humphrey. Ha! Odds life, here
comes some of them—we’ll stay by these trees, and let them pass.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, the bloody-looking dogs!

[_Walks aside with_ DOCTOR ROSY.] _Re-enter_ CORPORAL FLINT _and two_
SOLDIERS.

CORPORAL FLINT.
Halloa, friend! do you serve Justice Credulous?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I do.

CORPORAL FLINT.
Are you rich?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Noa.

CORPORAL FLINT.
Nor ever will be with that old stingy booby. Look here— take it.
[_Gives him a purse_.]

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
What must I do for this?

CORPORAL FLINT.
Mark me, our lieutenant is in love with the old rogue’s daughter: help
us to break his worship’s bones, and carry off the girl, and you are a
made man.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I’ll see you hanged first, you pack of skurry villains! [_Throws away
the purse_.]

CORPORAL FLINT.
What, sirrah, do you mutiny? Lay hold of him.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Nay, then, I’ll try your armour for you. [_Beats them_.]

ALL.
Oh! oh!—quarter! quarter!

[_Exeunt_ CORPORAL FLINT _and_ SOLDIERS.]

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
[_Coming forward_.] Trim them, trounce them, break their bones, honest
Humphrey—What a spirit he has!

DR. ROSY.
Aquafortis. _O’Con_. Betray your master!

DR. ROSY.
What a miracle of fidelity!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ay, and it shall not go unrewarded—I’ll give him sixpence on the spot.
Here, honest Humphrey, there’s for yourself: as for this bribe, [_takes
up the purse_,] such trash is best in the hands of justice. Now, then,
doctor, I think I may trust him to guard the women: while he is with
them I may go out with safety.

DR. ROSY.
Doubtless you may—I’ll answer for the lieutenant’s behaviour whilst
honest Humphrey is with your daughter.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ay, ay, she shall go nowhere without him. Come along, honest Humphrey.
How rare it is to meet with such a servant! [_Exeunt_.]

SCENE II.—_A Garden_.

LAURETTA _discovered. Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS _and_ LIEUTENANT
O’CONNOR.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why, you little truant, how durst you wander so far from the house
without my leave? Do you want to invite that scoundrel lieutenant to
scale the walls and carry you off?

LAURETTA.
Lud, papa, you are so apprehensive for nothing.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why, hussy——

LAURETTA.
Well, then, I can’t bear to be shut up all day so like a nun. I am sure
it is enough to make one wish to be run away with—and I wish I was run
away with—I do—and I wish the lieutenant knew it.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
You do, do you, hussy? Well, I think I’ll take pretty good care of you.
Here, Humphrey, I leave this lady in your care. Now you may walk about
the garden, Miss Pert; but Humphrey shall go with you wherever you go.
So mind, honest Humphrey, I am obliged to go abroad for a little while;
let no one but yourself come near her; don’t be shame-faced, you booby,
but keep close to her. And now, miss, let your lieutenant or any of his
crew come near you if they can. [_Exit_.]

LAURETTA.
How this booby stares after him! [_Sits down and sings_.]

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Lauretta!

LAURETTA.
Not so free, fellow! [_Sings_.]

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Lauretta! look on me.

LAURETTA.
Not so free, fellow!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
No recollection!

LAURETTA.
Honest Humphrey, be quiet.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Have you forgot your faithful soldier?

LAURETTA.
Ah! Oh preserve me!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
’Tis, my soul! your truest slave, passing on your father in this
disguise.

LAURETTA.
Well now, I declare this is charming—you are so disguised, my dear
lieutenant, and you look so delightfully ugly. I am sure no one will
find you out, ha! ha! ha!—You know I am under your protection; papa
charged you to keep close to me.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
True, my angel, and thus let me fulfil——

LAURETTA.
O pray now, dear Humphrey——

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Nay, ’tis but what old Mittimus commanded. [_Offers to kiss her_.]

_Re-enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Laury, my—hey! what the devil’s here?

LAURETTA.
Well now, one kiss, and be quiet.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Your very humble servant, honest Humphrey! Don’t let me— pray don’t let
me interrupt you!

LAURETTA.
Lud, papa! Now that’s so good-natured—indeed there’s no harm. You did
not mean any rudeness, did you, Humphrey?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
No, indeed, miss; his worship knows it is not in me.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I know that you are a lying, canting, hypocritical scoundrel; and if
you don’t take yourself out of my sight——

LAURETTA.
Indeed, papa, now I’ll tell you how it was. I was sometime taken with a
sudden giddiness, and Humphrey seeing me beginning to totter, ran to my
assistance, quite frightened, poor fellow, and took me in his arms.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh! was that all—nothing but a little giddiness, hey!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
That’s all, indeed, your worship; for seeing miss change colour, I ran
up instantly.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, ’twas very kind in you!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And luckily recovered her.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
And who made you a doctor, you impudent rascal, hey? Get out of my
sight, I say, this instant, or by all the statutes—

LAURETTA.
Oh now, papa, you frighten me, and I am giddy again!—Oh, help!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
O dear lady, she’ll fall! [_Takes her into his arms_.]

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Zounds! what before my face—why then, thou miracle of impudence!—[_Lays
hold of him and discovers him_.]—Mercy on me, who have we here?—Murder!
Robbery! Fire! Rape! Gunpowder! Soldiers! John! Susan! Bridget!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Good sir, don’t be alarmed; I mean you no harm.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Thieves! Robbers! Soldiers!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
You know my love for your daughter—

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Fire! Cut-throats!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And that alone—

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Treason! Gunpowder!

_Enter a_ SERVANT _with a blunderbuss_.

Now, scoundrel! let her go this instant.

LAURETTA.
O papa, you’ll kill me!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Honest Humphrey, be advised. Ay, miss, this way, if you please.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Nay, sir, but hear me——

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’ll shoot.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And you’ll be convinced——

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’ll shoot.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
How injurious——

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’ll shoot—and so your very humble servant, honest Humphrey Hum.
[_Exeunt separately_.]

SCENE III.—_A Walk_.

_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.

DR. ROSY.
Well, I think my friend is now in a fair way of succeeding. Ah! I
warrant he is full of hope and fear, doubt and anxiety; truly he has
the fever of love strong upon him: faint, peevish, languishing all day,
with burning, restless nights. Ah! just my case when I pined for my
poor dear Dolly! when she used to have her daily colics, and her little
doctor be sent for. Then would I interpret the language of her
pulse—declare my own sufferings in my receipt for her—send her a pearl
necklace in a pill-box, or a cordial draught with an acrostic on the
label. Well, those days are over: no happiness lasting: all is
vanity—now sunshine, now cloudy—we are, as it were, king and
beggar—then what avails——

_Enter_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
O doctor! ruined and undone.

DR. ROSY.
The pride of beauty——

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I am discovered, and——

DR. ROSY.
The gaudy palace——

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
The justice is——

DR. ROSY.
The pompous wig——

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Is more enraged than ever.

DR. ROSY.
The gilded cane——

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Why, doctor! [_Slapping him on the shoulder_.]

DR. ROSY.
Hey!

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Confound your morals! I tell you I am discovered, discomfited,
disappointed.

DR. ROSY.
Indeed! Good lack, good lack, to think of the instability of human
affairs! Nothing certain in this world—most deceived when most
confident—fools of fortune all.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
My dear doctor, I want at present a little practical wisdom. I am
resolved this instant to try the scheme we were going to put into
execution last week. I have the letter ready, and only want your
assistance to recover my ground.

DR. ROSY.
With all my heart—I’ll warrant you I’ll bear a part in it: but how the
deuce were you discovered?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I’ll tell you as we go; there’s not a moment to be lost.

DR. ROSY.
Heaven send we succeed better!—but there’s no knowing.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Very true.

DR. ROSY.
We may and we may not.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Right.

DR. ROSY.
Time must show.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Certainly.

DR. ROSY.
We are but blind guessers.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Nothing more.

DR. ROSY.
Thick-sighted mortals.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Remarkably.

DR. ROSY.
Wandering in error.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Even so.

DR. ROSY.
Futurity is dark.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
As a cellar.

DR. ROSY.
Men are moles.

[_Exeunt_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR _forcing out_ ROSY.]

SCENE IV.—_A Room in_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS’ _House_.

_Enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS _and_ MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Odds life, Bridget, you are enough to make one mad! I tell you he would
have deceived a chief justice; the dog seemed as ignorant as my clerk,
and talked of honesty as if he had been a churchwarden.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Pho! nonsense, honesty!—what had you to do, pray, with honesty? A fine
business you have made of it with your Humphrey Hum: and miss, too, she
must have been privy to it. Lauretta! ay, you would have her called so;
but for my part I never knew any good come of giving girls these
heathen Christian names: if you had called her Deborrah, or Tabitha, or
Ruth, or Rebecca, or Joan, nothing of this had ever happened; but I
always knew Lauretta was a runaway name.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Psha, you’re a fool!

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
No, Mr. Credulous, it is you who are a fool, and no one but such a
simpleton would be so imposed on.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why zounds, madam, how durst you talk so? If you have no respect for
your husband, I should think _unus quorum_ might command a little
deference.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Don’t tell me!—Unus fiddlestick! you ought to be ashamed to show your
face at the sessions: you’ll be a laughing-stock to the whole bench,
and a byword with all the pig-tailed lawyers and bag-wigged attorneys
about town.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Is this language for his majestu’s representative? By the statutes,
it’s high treason and petty treason, both at once!

_Enter_ SERVANT.

SERVANT.
A letter for your worship.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Who brought it?

SERVANT.
A soldier.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Take it away and burn it.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Stay!—Now you’re in such a hurry—it is some canting scrawl from the
lieutenant, I suppose.—[_Takes the letter.— Exit_ SERVANT.] Let me
see:—ay, ’tis signed O’Connor.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well, come read it out.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
[_Reads_.] _Revenge is sweet_.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
It begins so, does it? I’m glad of that; I’ll let the dog know I’m of
his opinion.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
[_Reads_.] _And though disappointed of my designs upon your daughter, I
have still the satisfaction of knowing I am revenged on her unnatural
father; for this morning, in your chocolate, I had the pleasure to
administer to you a dose of poison!_—Mercy on us!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
No tricks, Bridget; come, you know it is not so; you know it is a lie.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Read it yourself.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
[_Reads_.] _Pleasure to administer a dose of poison_!—Oh, horrible!
Cut-throat villain!—Bridget!

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Lovee, stay, here’s a postscript.—[_Reads_.] _N.B. ’Tis not in the
power of medicine to save you_.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Odds my life, Bridget! why don’t you call for help? I’ve lost my
voice.—My brain is giddy—I shall burst, and no assistance.—
John!—Laury!—John!

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
You see, lovee, what you have brought on yourself.

_Re-enter_ SERVANT.

SERVANT.
Your worship!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Stay, John; did you perceive anything in my chocolate cup this morning?

SERVANT.
Nothing, your worship, unless it was a little grounds.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
What colour were they?

SERVANT.
Blackish, your worship.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ay, arsenic, black arsenic!—Why don’t you run for Dr. Rosy, you rascal?

SERVANT.
Now, sir?

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Oh, lovee, you may be sure it is in vain; let him run for the lawyer to
witness your will, my life.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Zounds! go for the doctor, you scoundrel. You are all confederate
murderers.

SERVANT.
Oh, here he is, your worship. [_Exit_.]

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Now, Bridget, hold your tongue, and let me see if my horrid situation
be apparent.

_Enter_ DOCTOR ROSY.

DR. ROSY.
I have but just called to inform—hey! bless me, what’s the matter with
your worship?

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
There, he sees it already!—Poison in my face, in capitals! Yes, yes,
I’m a sure job for the undertakers indeed!

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Oh! oh! alas, doctor!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Peace, Bridget!—Why, doctor, my dear old friend, do you really see any
change in me?

DR. ROSY.
Change! never was man so altered: how came these black spots on your
nose?

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Spots on my nose!

DR. ROSY.
And that wild stare in your right eye!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
In my right eye?

DR. ROSY.
Ay, and, alack, alack, how you are swelled!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Swelled!

DR. ROSY.
Ay, don’t you think he is, madam?

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Oh! ’tis in vain to conceal it!—Indeed, lovee, you are as big again as
you were this morning.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Yes, I feel it now—I’m poisoned!—Doctor, help me, for the love of
justice! Give me life to see my murderer hanged.

DR. ROSY.
What?

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’m poisoned, I say!

DR. ROSY.
Speak out!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
What! can’t you hear me?

DR. ROSY.
Your voice is so low and hollow, as it were, I can’t hear a word you
say.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’m gone then!—_Hic jacet_, many years one of his majestu’s justices!

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Read, doctor!—Ah, lovee, the will!—Consider, my life, how soon you will
be dead.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
No, Bridget, I shall die by inches.

DR. ROSY.
I never heard such monstrous iniquity.—Oh, you are gone indeed, my
friend! the mortgage of your little bit of clay is out, and the sexton
has nothing to do but to close. We must all go, sooner or later—high
and low—Death’s a debt; his mandamus binds all alike—no bail, no
demurrer.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Silence, Dr. Croaker! will you cure me or will you not?

DR. ROSY.
Alas! my dear friend, it is not in my power; but I’ll certainly see
justice done on your murderer.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I thank you, my dear friend, but I had rather see it myself.

DR. ROSY.
Ay, but if you recover, the villain will escape.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Will he? then indeed it would be a pity you should recover. I am so
enraged against the villain, I can’t bear the thought of his escaping
the halter.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
That’s very kind in you, my dear; but if it’s the same thing to you, my
dear, I had as soon recover, notwithstanding.—What, doctor, no
assistance!

DR. ROSY.
Efacks, I can do nothing, but there’s the German quack, whom you wanted
to send from town; I met him at the next door, and I know he has
antidotes for all poisons.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Fetch him, my dear friend, fetch him! I’ll get him a diploma if he
cures me.

DR. ROSY.
Well, there’s no time to be lost; you continue to swell immensely.
[_Exit_.]

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
What, my dear, will you submit to be cured by a quack nostrum-monger?
For my part, as much as I love you, I had rather follow you to your
grave than see you owe your life to any but a regular-bred physician.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I’m sensible of your affection, dearest; and be assured nothing
consoles me in my melancholy situation so much as the thoughts of
leaving you behind.

_Re-enter_ DOCTOR ROSY, _with_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR _disguised_.

DR. ROSY.
Great luck; met him passing by the door.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Metto dowsei pulsum.

DR. ROSY.
He desires me to feel your pulse.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Can’t he speak English?

DR. ROSY.
Not a word.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Palio vivem mortem soonem.

DR. ROSY.
He says you have not six hours to live.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
O mercy! does he know my distemper?

DR. ROSY.
I believe not.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Tell him ’tis black arsenic they have given me.

DR. ROSY.
Geneable illi arsnecca.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Pisonatus.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
What does he say?

DR. ROSY.
He says you are poisoned.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
We know that; but what will be the effect?

DR. ROSY.
Quid effectum?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Diable tutellum.

DR. ROSY.
He says you’ll die presently.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, horrible! What, no antidote?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Curum benakere bono fullum.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
What, does he say I must row in a boat to Fulham?

DR. ROSY.
He says he’ll undertake to cure you for three thousand pounds.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Three thousand pounds! three thousand halters!—No, lovee, you shall
never submit to such impositions; die at once, and be a customer to
none of them.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I won’t die, Bridget—I don’t like death.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Psha! there is nothing in it: a moment, and it is over.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ay, but it leaves a numbness behind that lasts a plaguy long time.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
O my dear, pray consider the will.

_Enter_ LAURETTA.

LAURETTA.
O my father, what is this I hear?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Quiddam seomriam deos tollam rosam.

DR. ROSY.
The doctor is astonished at the sight of your fair daughter.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
How so?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Damsellum livivum suvum rislibani.

DR. ROSY.
He says that he has lost his heart to her, and that if you will give
him leave to pay his addresses to the young lady, and promise your
consent to the union, if he should gain her affections, he will, on
those conditions, cure you instantly, without fee or reward.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
The devil! did he say all that in so few words? What a fine language it
is! Well, I agree, if he can prevail on the girl.— [_Aside_.] And that
I am sure he never will.

DR. ROSY.
Greal.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Writhum bothum.

DR. ROSY.
He says you must give this under your hand, while he writes you a
miraculous receipt. [_Both sit down to write_.]

LAURETTA.
Do, mamma, tell me the meaning of this.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Don’t speak to me, girl.—Unnatural parent!

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
There, doctor; there’s what he requires.

DR. ROSY.
And here’s your receipt: read it yourself.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Hey! what’s here? plain English!

DR. ROSY.
Read it out; a wondrous nostrum, I’ll answer for it.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
[_Reads_.] _In reading this you are cured, by your affectionate
son-in-law,_ O’CONNOR.—Who in the name of Beelzebub, sirrah, who are
you?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Your affectionate son-in-law, O’Connor, and your very humble servant,
Humphrey Hum.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
’Tis false, you dog! you are not my son-in-law; for I’ll be poisoned
again, and you shall be hanged.—I’ll die, sirrah, and leave Bridget my
estate.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, pray do, my dear, leave me your estate; I’m sure he deserves to be
hanged.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
He does, you say!—Hark’ee, Bridget, you showed such a tender concern
for me when you thought me poisoned, that, for the future, I am
resolved never to take your advice again in anything.— [_To_ LIEUTENANT
O’CONNOR] So, do you hear, sir, you are an Irishman and a soldier,
ain’t you?

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I am sir, and proud of both.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
The two things on earth I most hate; so I tell you what— renounce your
country and sell your commission, and I’ll forgive you.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Hark’ee, Mr. Justice—if you were not the father of my Lauretta, I would
pull your nose for asking the first, and break your bones for desiring
the second.

DR. ROSY.
Ay, ay, you’re right.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Is he? then I’m sure I must be wrong.—Here, sir, I give my daughter to
you, who are the most impudent dog I ever saw in my life.

LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Oh, sir, say what you please; with such a gift as Lauretta, every word
is a compliment.

MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Well, my lovee, I think this will be a good subject for us to quarrel
about the rest of our lives.

JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why, truly, my dear,—I think so, though we are seldom at a loss for
that.

DR. ROSY.
This is all as it should be.—My Alexander, I give you joy, and you, my
little god-daughter; and now my sincere wish is, that you may make just
such a wife as my poor dear Dolly. [_Exeunt omnes_.]





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