Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 8: what you’re looking at

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iw an) ._—, wD (Mr. Lacy’s List.) MARY PRICE; OR, THE ADVENTURES OF A SERVANT GIRL. ACT I. SCENE First.—Tap foom of the “ Dog and Duck.” Door, L., window, L. C., open. »\ Music.—NIck SAWBRINGE discovered, R., seated and smoking. Nick. (hammering on table) Another pot of beer, Old Boosy. Look alive—d’ye hear ? Boosy. (without, 8.) Coming, Mister Sawbridge. Enter Boosy, R., with pot of beer. Boosy. (holding out his hand) ‘Tip! Nick. My pal, Bill Bulldog, will pay as soon as he comes. 3008Y. (behind table) You must excuse me; can't give no more credit. ‘There’s a long score against you chalked up behind the door, and when that’s wiped off Nick. Why, you old screw, do you mean to say as how you won't take my word for a pot o’ beer? Whata insult! Why, you extortionating old wagabond, I’1]—— Enter BILL BULLDOG, door, L. BILL. (entering door) Holloa, what’s the row! Nick. Old Boosy refuses to let me have another pot, and dares to insinivate something about a score behind the door. BILL. Shameful! better mind what you're about or you'll lose our pateronage. The Cat and Fiddle would be glad of our custom, for there’s no more jolly fellows in all Ashford, nor coves what spends more money when we've got it. So, here —here’s a tanner. Leave the beer, and the score shall be rubbed out next Saturday. (aside to Nick as he sits) Walker! Nick, It'll never be rubbed out, I guess, unless he does it himself, COnmiclbooolkks.CGom