Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 16: what you’re looking at

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SC. VI. ] MARY PRICE. 19 Mary. (c.) Were apprenticed to rather a severe master, and ran away from him. Rovert. This girl must be a witch. Mary. At home, and ever since you have been in London, bad company has ever proved your ruin. Rosert. It has, I own, and Bitu. (Rk. c.) This will never do. (fo MAry) [If you can't tell fortunes better than that, young woman, sit down and hold your tongue. Mary. I am but young in the craft as yet. Yom. That’s the reason; but she'll read the stars much better when she’s as old as her father. (OLD MoTHER LEE nods, and ts going to sleep) Mary. Ill hold the child. This poor old woman, overcome by sleep, has nearly let her fall. (takes the CHILD, and kisses her, aside) Thank heavens! the dear child is in my arms again. Oh, could we but escape! (coming down, R. C.) Tom. (to her, rR.) Hark! Hush! Have patience: if the worst comes to the worst, I have bought a pair of big pistols—won’t fire, but they won’t know that— not likely—not likely! Re-enter TAVERN Boy. TAVERN Boy. Master says it’s twelve o’clock, and we shall have the peelers a popping in to pay us a wisit—-so all that has got beds is to go to roost—the others must make a shift as well as they can. BILL. (rises) Come, lads. Old Mother Lee, look to the babby. MornHerR lL. (starting up from sleep) Ay, to be sure I will. Why, where is she ? Mary. Here, mother, I have her safe; you nearly dropped her in your sleep. Moruer L. I’m so tired; but I'll take care, I'll take care. (takes the child again) | Birt. Mind you do, or you'll nap it. Come—to bed! Ropert. (aside) ‘To bed—but not to rest. There was a time when I could sleep in peace, but that was long ago—long ago. Good night, my little gipsy fortune-teller ; unlike the rest of your tribe, you tell the truth. Music.—Ali go off, different entrances, except MOTHER LEE, Tommy and MAnry PRICE. Tom. (c.) Poor gipsy Tom, thongh he can’t have no bed, would like a drop of gin to keep the cold out. MHollo, here! bring us half a pint. (2 2s brought and paid for) Moruer L. (rising) Yonder’s my room—so I'll take the child and go to bed. (going, R.) ; Tom. (c.) No—stop a bit with us, and have a drop—'tis GOmIIGdIooks (©