Stir. The devil he did! Zounds! I haven't seen the fellow since his father's death; and if the stripling should be grown out of my knowledge, he may get into the house before I'm aware of it. [Seeing Jerry] Who's that fellow? O'Da'sy. My most beautiful brother-in-law, your honour-Mr. Jerry Blossom, esq. Jerry. Yes, sir, I want a place Stir. Zounds! I shall grow quite suspicious. Jum. [Without] Pity, friends, oh pity, pray, Stir. Stir. [Exit. A weary soldier [Enters] old and wounded! What the devil does he say? By treachery I'm so surrounded. Clara and Dolly. Sad and dreary is his way- Jum. Footman. What the devil's to be done? Jerry. Jum Stir. Clara. Dolly. Stir. I wish that fellow was departed. [To Jumble] He's broken hearted. O'Daisy. Then pity, sir, ah! pity, pray,- Jum. [us Blossom, having changed Dresses] I be come Jerry. [As Jumble] Pity, sir, now pity, pray, Jum. Jerry. Pity, sir, a soldier, pray? Omnes. Lovers come in all disguises. [Crosses to Jerry. [Exit Jerry on one Side; the rest through the Gate, Jumble following. O'Daisy. Oh! this love makes a rare bustle amongst us all-a pretty kettle of fish, indeed, as the man said, when he over roasted a shoulder of mutton-and if old Mr. Stirling should happen to find it all out, he'd pack me off in a hurry. Well, and if he does, so much the better-I'll take a trip to neat little Ireland, the land of whisky, pretty girls, lads of wax, and mealy pota toes. SONG. O'DAISY. Oh! the land of sweet Erin's a land of delight, Then let us be frisky, and tipple the whisky, The shamrock, the rose, and the thistle, my boys. They may talk of their wonders as long as they please— SCENE 11. An Apartment at STIRLING'S. Enter JUMBLE and CLARA. [Exit. Jum. Ah! Clara, my love, here!-secure this paper -quick, quick. Clara. What is it? Jum. A plan of escape. An opportunity of speaking to you was so uncertain, I thought it best to write. But I must be gone, while the coast is clear.-Zounds! here's somebody else-away, away! [Exit Clara, dropping the Paper. Enter MRS. HONEYMOUTH. JUMBLE stands aside. Mrs. H. How unfortunate, that my cousin should be so inveterate against Mr. Jumble—I declare it almost precludes the hope I had so long and fondly cherished, of one day making him my husband. Delightful thought! his manners so accomplished, his person so elegant-I am convinced that I am the only woman he intends to make his bride. Jum. [Aside] The devil! if I don't make my escape soon, instead of my running away with a woman, egad! a woman will run away with me.-'Sdeath! another interruption. Enter STIRLING. Stir. [Calling] Clara! cousin! Oh, you are there, coz; but where's Clara? I don't like to trust her out of my sight a moment-and as to that booby, Jerry Blos som, though he has not been half an hour in the house, I dare say he'll take the fair side of the question, so I'll turn him out directly. [Seeing the Paper] Hey! what have we here? Jum. [Aside] Confusion! the paper I gave Clara Stir. A letter without a seal-and I declare without a direction. Mrs. H. Without a direction? Stir. Let me see-hey! Jerry, what do you want? Jum. [Changing his Voice] I do want that paper, an it please you, zur! Stir. Oh! You want this paper, do you? [Feeling in his Pockets] Where are my glasses? Jum. Yes, zur-I dropt 'em out of my pocket. Stir. Out of your pocket? I thought so. [Feeling his own Pockets quicker] Where the plague are my spectacles? [To Jerry] And pray what is it, sir? Jum. It-it-it's a paper, zur! Stir. A paper, is it? ha! Jum. Yes, zur! to certify my character, zur! Stir. Oh! It's your character; well I hope it's a good one-but I've a strong suspicion that you're a great rogue, Jerry. Jum. Have you, by gom? Stir. Where the devil are my spectacles? [In Stirling's hurry he flirts the Spectacles out of his PocketJumble picks them up, and taking them quickly out, returns him the Case] Death and fury! they are not in the case: here coz, you read it. [Giving the Paper to Mrs. Honeymouth. |