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THE YOUNG QUAKER. [act 111. Spa. And now, sir, only give your orders, and it is done; for I want for nothing but a pinch of snuff.
[Takes out Chronicle's box. Chr. Here's an impudent son of Lady Rounceval, if he was not your servant
Lady R. My servant! Isn't he your's, Mr. Chronicle?
indeed. Ara. Oh, lord ! here's a discovery, I fear.
Chr. This is some thief! Who are you, sirrah? and who brought you here?
Spa. Sir, I am very well known to the ladies. [Aside.]
Chr. Who do you belong to?
Spa. No, I won't leave the room ! And now I recollect, I have business here; I must take care of Mr. Sadboy, as he desired me. [Staggering to Sadboy.] Oh, gracious! he's getting drunk; I must take him away!
Chr. Come out, you drunken wretch!
Spa. [Dragging Sadboy.] Ay, come out, you drunken wretch !
Chr. Quit the room !
Spa. Be quiet! leave him to me. Sir, you had best leave the room-you are very far gone !-you know you asked a hint!
[Pulls him. Young S. Avoid i Spa. I can't avoid it; you must come out!
Young S. I shall be dragged out in earnest! Harkee, Spatterdash-you mistake. It was Mr. Chronicle desired you to take care he didn't drink too much.
Spa. Ay! what?-Now I recollect, so it was !
Spa. Oh, scandalous! He must have drunk a great deal; but I'll get him off. [Pulling Chronicle, L.] Come !
Chr. What now?
Spa. Ah, I'm a villain now; but you'll thank me for this when you are sober in the morning.
Chr. Let me go,
Van Dipembeck, .................... Mr. Wilson.
Mr. Davies. Quintin Matsys,
Mr. Farren. Jacob,
Mr. QUICK. Otho,
Mr. Edwin. Dort,
Mr. FEARON. Waiter,
SCENE 11.) THE YOUNG QUAKER.
37 There, there! they are all laughing at you. Why will you stay and expose yourself?
Chr. Help! help! What, will nobody help me ?
Spa. Ladies! Oh, now he's amorous ! Ay, ay, it's all in
Enter Mrs. MILLEPLEUR, R. Mrs. M. Yes, I must give these gentlemen warning.Captain Ambush is tolerably regular for a gentleman and an officer, but there's no bearing his companion, the young Quaker: such hours and doings in a house would tire the patience of fifty Quakers. Oh, here he comes, and I will give him it soundly, that's what I will!
Enter Young SADBOY, L. Young S. Ha, ha, ha! poor Spatterdash, how drunk !I set him to warn me of the pit, and he tumbles into it himself! Egad I Ambush has got a fine house there. He must turn the broker out. Ha! Mrs. Millefleur! Thou wilt soon lose thy captain ;-but one comfort, I'll lodge with you, nobody knows how long.
Mrs. M. Yes, sir, but I know how short.
Young S. [Calling off.] Hallo, Lounge! Goliah ! yoicks ! my beagles !
Mrs. M. Lord, sir! do you think you are in a wood ?
Young S. Did the man bring my masquerade dress from Tavistock Street ? I'll go to the Pantheon in the character of Alexander, my old Sysigambis !
Mrs. M. None of your gamebitches, sir! I don't understand your nicknames, and I won't take them, nor you shan't tear down my house in this manner ! I'll not bear such usage from ever a Quaker that ever wore a head !
Young S. That ever wore a hat, you mean. Hallo! yoicks! my brace of beagles ! [Exit, R. :-Knocking, L.
Mrs. M. Oh, my poor unfortunate door! how it is banged about from morning till night!
Enter SHADRACH, L.
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Enter Dort from the House.
THE YOUNG QUAKER. [ACT III. her. Oh, here she comes ! Oh, Mrs. Millefleur, I knew i you vas at home.
Mrs. M. (c.) What, you are come up from Plymouth! Welcome to town, Mr. Shadrach!
Sha. How do you do, Mrs. Millefleur? Is all your lodgings full ?
Mrs. M. Why, no, I can't say full.
Mrs. M. Because you know, Mr. Shadrach, how nice and particular I am about who I take into my house.
sha. 'Pon my vord, as I'm honest an man, 'tis a young lady of reputation.
Mrs. M. Oh, very well. Sha. But I hope you have no gentlemen in your house. Mrs. M. No, none. (Aside.] I need not mention Captain Ambush and the young Quaker, as I am determined they shall go.
Young Sadboy. [Singing withoul, R.] “And a hunting we will go, &c."
Sha. Bless me, what's dat?
Sha. Vat! does your maid go a hunting ?
Mrs. M. Maid !--Oh, I fancy that's the foolish young Quaker who comes here sometimes.
Sha. De lodgings won't do; dey are not de ting.—Oh, here is de lady.
Enter DINAH, L.
Dinah. I thank thee, friend.
Sha. No, no; I tell you de lodgings are not de tingdey won't do.
Mrs. M. But they are, I tell you; only come and look at them. We must beg your pardon for a moment, madam.
Sha. No, no, de lady must not stay here, because
Mrs. M. Perhaps, ma'am, you wish to view the apart. ments ?
Dinah. As it pleaseth thee.
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