Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 17: what you’re looking at

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20 MARY PRICE. [ACT I, capital gin. ( pours out—MOTHER LEE drinks) Old Tom, they calls it—ha, ha, ha !—here, take another glass. pda ne (R.) Success to the gipsy tribe !—’Tis capital Stull. Tom. I told you so. (to Mary, whois L.) Madge, do you mind the child, while my dear sister here takes another glass. Mary. (crossing, c., 40 MoTHER LEE) Ay, that I will, with pleasure. Mother, give the child to me. (takes CHILD, goes up, and sits) MoruHer L. Thanks, daughter; I am getting old, d’ye see, and a little drop of comfort does me good. Tom. Drink, then, and spare it not; here, take the measure and drink it all we'll have more when that’s gone. MOTHER L. (s?ts at table, R.) My service to you, father. By- the-bye, you’re old enough to be the king of the gipsies—and I am called the gipsy queen—ha, ha, ha |—Sapeee you and I were to make a match of it—ha, ha, ha! Tom. That would be capital. Ha, ha, ha! (nudges the old WoMAN) MoTHER L. We'd have a glorious wedding. Ja, ha, ha! A coach and six Tom. No—eight. MoTHER L. Andall the gipsies should dance at our wedding. Tom. Every one. MoTHerR L. And I'll have a new gown—yellow, trimmed with red. Ha, ha, ha!—a splendid, glorious wed—ding. (Music.— overcome by the liquor, MOTHER LEE falls asleep, her head on the table) MARY. (coming cautiously forward) She sleeps; we must not lose a moment. (hurries over to the door) Ah! ’tis locked! ToMMyY. (opening the window) But the window isn’t; and as we are on the ground floor, jumping out won’t break your neck—not likely, not likely ! Mary. Quick, then, dear faithful friend! Hold the child, for but a moment, while I Tom. Jump on this. (places a chair under the window, then takes the child from MARY, who goes out) Mary. (looking into room, and extending her arms) Now, the child, now TAVERN Boy. (without, R.) Master, there’s some one bolting out o’ window! Mary. Oh, heaven! MoTHER L. (starting up) What’s that? Ah! give me the babby. Tox. Not likely, not likely. (giving CHILD to Mary) Off you go, and I'll be after you. (MARY desappears with the CHILD) MoTHER L. (clinging to TomMMy as he ws about to escape ~—6F CONMIELOOOIKS. EO)