Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 30: what you’re looking at

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80. IL] MARY PRICE. 27 JEMI. What, you? a regular idiot ! not exactly. Tommy. And I ain’t a going to marry a gal with sucha snub sose as you have got, not likely, not likely. Runs off, w. JEMI. Ah! (screaming) a snub nose! Qh, the villain! why ~ily this morning, our baker told me it was a Roman, and when ! told our cook, she said he meant a rum un, and now—but I ~on’t care, I knows I has a nose, and that’s enough for me. Lait, R. ScENE Turtrp.—Street, Night. (2nd grooves) Enter Bru and Nick with a cloak on his arm, w. Nick. She don’t stir out of doors. BILL. Wait a bit ; if she don’t come out of her own accord, * message that her brother is waiting here to see her, will bring ser out like one o’clock. Nick. Bill, you’ve a real genus for invention. I never knowed =.ch a clever chap, blest if ever I did. Enter LORD CLAVERING hastily, R. Lorp C. Fortune befriends us, my fine fellows; Mary Price /s now coming this way. Brut. Alone? Lorp C. No, that idiot fellow is with her; best first be rid ‘him, or he may prove an obstacle to your purpose. Nick. Right, for he is as cunning as a fox. Bi. (rubbing his head) And as strong as the devil. Lorp C. The post chaise is yonder. (pointing L.) I have - 2arly explained to you the road to the White Cottage, and vemember you will proceed in this as quietly as possible. Bint. We'll manage it, never fear. Nick. And give your lordship every satisfaction. If she snould squall too loud, with this ere cloak we’ll clap an extin- ~isher on her cries. Lorp C. Just so. (crosses, L.) Conceal yourselves. See, “ary comes. Secure your prize, and you may reckon on a noble recompense. I'll on before and make preparation for -e reception of my lovely victim—for the girl, at every hazard, all be mine. Eat, t. 1 E. (Music.—BILu and Nick conceal themselves, L. 2 E.) | id Enter MARY and Tommy, R. 1 E. Mary. I am sorry you would not remain to-night at his ‘ordship’s mansion. Tom. ‘Too grand, bed’s too soft for poor Tommy—shouldn’t ona it so comfortable as a cow shed—not likely, not likely. Mary. You have your money safe ? COnniclooo SS C@