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loss of a sleeve-button, or some such idle matter. And so he passes his days, “ dropping in," as he calls it, from house to house at the most unreasonable times, to the annoyance of every family in the village. But I 'll soon get rid of him.
Enter PRY, L., with umbrella, which he places against the wall. Pry. Ha! how d' ye do, Mr. Doubledot? Doub. Very busy, Mr. Pry, and have scarcely time to say
Pretty well, thank ye.” (Turns from him as if writing in memorandum book. Simon advances.).
Pry. Ha, Simon! you here? Rather early in the morning to be in a public house. Been taking a horn, eh? Sent here with a message
from your master, perhaps ? I say, Simon, when this wedding takes place, I suppose your master will put you all into new liveries, eh? Simon. Can't
sir. Pry. Well, I think he might. (Touches Simon's sleeve.) Between ourselves, Simon, it won't be before you want 'em, eh?
Simon. That's master's business, sir, and neither yours nor mine.
Pry. Mr. Simon, behave yourself, or I shall complain of you to the colonel. By the way, Simon, that is an uncommon fine leg of mutton the butcher has sent to your house. It weighs thirteen pounds five ounces. Doub. And how do
know that? Pry. I asked the butcher. I say, Simon, is it for roasting or boiling?
Simon. Half and half, with the chill taken off. There's your answer.
(Exit Simon, R.) Pry. That 's an uncommon ill-behaved servant! Well, since you say you are busy, I won't interrupt you; only, as I was passing, I thought I might as well drop in.
Doub. Then you may now drop out again. The London coach will be in presently, and
Pry. No passengers by it to-day, for I have been to the hill to look for it.
Doub. Did you expect any one by it, that you were so anxious ?
Pry. No; but I make it my business to see the coach come in every day. I can't bear to be idle.
Doub. Useful occupation, truly !
Doub. (Going up.) Tiresome blockhead! Well; good-morning to you.
Pry. Good-morning, Mr. Doubledot. Your tavern doesn't appear to be very full just now.
Doub. No, no. I
Pry. Ha! you are at a heavy rent? (Pauses for an answer : after each question.) I've often thought of that. No supporting such an establishment without a deal of custom. If it's not an impertinent question, don't you find it rather a hard matter to make both ends meet when Christmas comes round?
Doub. If it is n't asking an impertinent question, what's that to you?
Pry. O, nothing; only some folks have the luek of it: they have just taken in a nobleman's family at the opposition house, the Green Dragon.
Doub. What's that? A nobleman at the Green Dragon !
Pry. Traveling carriage and four. Three servants on the dickey and an outrider, all in blue liveries. They dine and stop all night. A pretty bill there will be to-morrow, for the servants are not on board wages.
Doub. Plague take the Green Dragon! How did you discover that they are not on board wages ?
Pry. I was curious to know, and asked one of them. You know I never miss any thing for want of asking. T is no fault of mine that the nabob is not here, at your house.
Doub. Why, what had you to do with it?
Pry. You know I never forget my friends. I stopped the carriage as it was coming down the hill — brought it to a dead stop, and said that if his lordship - I took him for a lord at once
that if his lordship intended to make any stay, he could n't do better than go to Doubledot's.
Doub. Well ?
Pry. Well, — would you believe it? — out. pops a saffron, colored face from the carriage window, and says, “ You ’re an impudent rascal for stopping my carriage, and I'll not go to Doubledot's, if there 's another inn to be found within ten miles of it!"
Doub. There, that comes of your confounded meddling! If you had not interfered I should have stood an equal chance with the Green Dragon.
Pry. I'm very sorry; but I did it for the best.
Doub. Did it for the best, indeed! Deuce take you! By your officious attempts to serve, you do more mischief in the neighborhood than the exciseman, the apothecary, and the attorney, all together.
Pry. Well, there's gratitude! Now, really, I must go. Goodmorning.
(Exit Paul Pry.)
QUSTAVUS AND ORISTIERN.*
Doub. I'm rid of him at last, thank fortune! (Pey reënters.) Well, what now?
Pry. I've dropped one of my gloves. Now, that's very odd - here it is in my hand all the time! Doub. Go to confusion !
(Exit). ! · Pry. Come, that 's civil ! If I were the least of a bore, now, it would be pardonable-but-Hullo! There's the postman! I wonder whether the Parkins's have got letters again to-day. They have had letters every day this week, and I can't for the life of me think what they can — (Feels hastily in his pockets.) By the way, talking of letters, here's one I took from the postman last week for the colonel's daughter, Miss Eliza, and I have always forgotten to give it to her. I dare say it is not of much importance. (Peeps into it --- reads.) "Likelyunexpected — affectionate.” I can't make it out.
No matter ; I'll contrive to take it to the house — though I've a deal to do to-day. (Runs off and returns.) Dear me! I had like to have gone without my umbrella.
JOHN POOLE (altered).
XIII. — GUSTAVUS AND CRISTIERN.
Enter GUSTAVUS, Righl, CRISTIERN, Left.
Gustavus. Justice, sanctitude,
And bow her general issue to the yoke
Cris. Licentious traitor! thou canst talk it largely.
Gus. Mistaken man!
Cris. Profane, and alien to the love of Heaven !
Gus. Yes, I know,
When such as thou, with sacrilegious hand,
Cris. No more of this !
Gus. Imperial spoiler!
Cris. Yes, on terms
Gus. Ha! with thee?
XIV. - THE WILL.
Characters. — SWIPES, a brewer ; CURRIE, a saddler; FRANK MILLINGTON,
and 'SQUIRE DRAWL, Enter SWIPES, R., CURRIE, L.
Swipes. A sober occasion this, brother Currie! Who would have thought the old lady was so near her end ?
Currie. Ah! we must all die, brother Swipes. Those who live longest outlive the most.