The What D'ye Call It A Tragi-Comi-Pastoral Farce |
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SCENE IX.
Kitty, Grandmother, Aunt, Haymakers, Chorus of Sighs and Groans, Filbert.Kitty.
It is his Ghost—or is it he indeed?
Wert thou not sent to War? hah, dost thou bleed?
No—'tis my Filbert.
Filbert.
[Embracing her.
—Yes, 'tis he, 'tis he.
Dorcas confess'd; the Justice set me free.
I'm thine again.—
Kitty.
—I thine—
Filbert.
—Our Fears are fled.
Come, let's to Church, to Church.—
Kitty.
—To wed.
Filbert.
—To Bed.
Chorus of Haymakers.
A Wedding, a Bedding; a Wedding, a Bedding.
[Exeunt all the Actors.
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