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SCENE IV.
Goosecap, Betty, Old Lady.O. Lady.
Bless me, what's this! upon my word,
Here are delightful doings t'ward!
Lock'd hand in hand, and both in tears,
A pair or tender parting dears:
You said you had discharg'd that minx;
You might have done so, Sir, methinks,
Before you had persuaded me.—
Goose.
Madam, she goes, as you shall see:
Betty, about your business strait.
Leave me, do'st hear?
O. Lady.
You need not wait
For packing up your trinkums, child:
We'll send them after you.
Betty.
(Aside.)
All's spoil'd:
My hopeful scheme's at once destroyed
By her intrusion.
O. Lady.
Wench, avoid
Our presence quickly.
Goose.
Betty, do.
Betty.
Yes, Sir; but first a word with you.
Goose.
With me!
O. Lady.
Speak out then.
Betty.
So I meant:
I only would ask your consent,
In duty bound.—
O. Lady.
For what?
Goose.
Nay, tarry.
Have patience; my consent!
Betty.
To marry!
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Marry! it must not be.
O. Lady.
Why not?
Goose.
Nay, not that I'm concern'd a jot:
But who is the deluding cur?
Betty.
A footman, at your service, Sir.
He's in the kitchen; shall I call him?
Goose.
Do, instantly, that I may maul him;
But, Betty, I'm asham'd to think
You so below yourself should sink.
Betty.
Alas! in vain I try'd, Sir,
To quench a flame so tender;
So artfully he ply'd, Sir,
I only blush'd and sigh'd, Sir,
And languish'd to surrender.
To quench a flame so tender;
So artfully he ply'd, Sir,
I only blush'd and sigh'd, Sir,
And languish'd to surrender.
A thousand matchless graces,
His person are adorning,
More beautiful his face is,
Than dawn of summer's morning.
His person are adorning,
More beautiful his face is,
Than dawn of summer's morning.
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