Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 14: what you’re looking at

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_ $C.C. VI] MARY PRICE. 17 aughter to your poor old father; for if the thieves found us out, they wouldn’t let us go away alive—not likely, not likely. Mary. I will do my best, you may feel assured of that ? ,, at I should tremble, if asked by one of them to tell their 1 , ’ 9Qrtune. Tom. La! that’s easy enough. Tell the ugly old women they are young and handsome, and sure to get good rich hus- bands. When you goto fish in the great river of life, only put a golden bait upon your hook, and all the gudgeons are sure to nibble—ha, ha, ha! You've only got to tell all the hes you can think of, and you'll do. Fortunes, now-a-days, -are not made by simple truth and honesty—not likely, not likely. Eyxeunt, L. SCENE S1xTH.—Interior of the Tramper’s Arms, St. Giles’s. Door, L. 3 £., window, C., tables, chairs, qugs, &c. Britt BuLutpoG, Nick SAWBRIDGE, and ROBERT PRICE seated at a table, down L.—CADGERS, cc., seated, drinking and smoking,R8.—MOTHER LEE seated on a lowstool at the back, R.C. ) nursing the child, a quart pot on the ground, at her feet—a blind FIDDLER ts leaning against the door, L. 3 E., scruping away. A dance of CADGERS. Bitu. Well, Bob, it’s very lucky for you that we happened to pick you up. Rosert. Perhaps not. BitL. Perhaps not! (turning to FIDDLER) Stop your row, will you, or I'll put that fiddle of your’n behind the fire. (FIDDLER stops playing, and holds out his hand) Nick. Be off, or you'll get more kicks than ha’pence here, I can tell you. Exit FIDDLER and CADGERS, door, L. 3. E. Bitu. Bob, I considers that just now you made a very un- grateful observation. Why, when we tumbled over you, you were staring about the streets. RosertT. Yes; I had come to London to look after work, and had wandered about for days, seeking and never finding it. Everybody asked me who was my last master, and where was my character. Nick. People gets so werry partickler. RoperT. My sister was my only hope, and I have quite forgotten the name and address of the people where she is in service, BILL. (looking significantly at Nick) That’s a pity, (aside) for we don’t mean to tell you just at present. _ Ropert. And when you met me, I had not tasted food for _ sour-and-twenty hours; and last night I slept upona door step. COMICOoOo SH (©