Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 19: what you’re looking at

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10 MARY PRICE. [ACT I. JEMIMA. Thank you, my lord. (aside) What a very civil- spoken gentleman, and an excellent judge of beauty. vit, rR. Lorp C. (k.c.) By-the-bye, Aubrey, there’s another charm- ing girl, a domestic here, named Mary Price, whom you have not seen. Lieut. A. (L. c.) Your lordship is in error; I have seen her. Lorp C. Where? Not since we have arrived in London. The girl’s gone on a visit to her friends at Ashford. Lieut A. Still I have seen her. She was formerly in the service of a family at Dover, and I often met her walking with a young infant on the beach. Indeed, we encountered each other so frequently, that at length I accosted her, and her amiable manner, her enchanting modesty, inspired me with a protound respect. Lorp C. A nursery maid’s modesty!—ha, ha, ha! Did you try the test of gold—or even silks and satins ? Ligzut. A. (L. c.) My lord! I should scorn myself, could I act the tempter, and betray a poor and virtuous girl to infamy. Lorp C. How amiably romantic! ’Gad! I see you're smitten with the little nursery maid. But if you are so prudish Jam not; and when Mary Price returns, shall make love to her for pastime. Jam not going to yawn myself to death, to please all the sentimentalists in England. Lieut A. Beware, my lord! I will not suffer any man on earth to insult Mary Price with impunity. I shall believe my- self honoured if permitted to be her champion. Lorp C. Bravissimo! Mayhap ’tis your intent to elevate her to the dignity of Mrs. Lieutenant Aubrey 2—ha, ha, ha! My dear fellow, allow me to congratulate you! The champion of a nursery maid !—by Jove, a capital joke !—ha, ha, ha, ha! Lieut. A. A joke that appears to give you so much pleasure, my lord, that I would not deprive you of it on any considera- tion. Yet, amidst your mirth, be pleased to bear in mind however you may jest, f am thoroughly in earnest. Exeunt, LORD C. laughing, R. ScENE Tuirp.—Hyde Park. Music.—Enter BILL BULLDOG and NICK SAWBRIDGE, L. U. E. Bitu. Well, Nick, my covey, here we are in the famous Hyde Park, London; and who do you think I met not a minute ago? Nick.. It’s hard to say. Bit. Why, old Mother Lee, the gipsy; and I have promised her a canary bird, as she calls a sovereign, for her assistance in a first-rate dodge of mine. Soshe’s gone to fetch her disguise; for the park-keepers wouldn’t let her into the park as a gipsy woman. EORMICLOOOKS. CGO