Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 12: what you’re looking at

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SC. V.] MARY PRICE. 15 Re-enter LORD HARLESDON, R. Lorp H. What is this ? JEMIMA. (crossing to LORD HARLESDON, and turning first to him and then to LADY Hariespon) Oh, my lord!—oh, my lady! please don’t hang me! It was all my fault-—I know it was—oh, oh! but, please don’t hang me—please don’t—oh, oh! Lorp H. What has happened ? Lapy H, I tremble to know—she has returned without our dear Clementina! Speak, girl, unless you would see me mad with apprehension ! Lorp H. Quick, girl, or JEMIMA. Oh, my lord!—oh, my lady!—an old gipsy woman—she tied a handkerchief over my eyes, till I was quite blind, that I might see my future husband—and the carriage— in the church—and then she ran away with Miss Clementina! and I ran home, and—oh, my lord!—oh, my lady !—please don’t hang me—oh, oh, please don’t—oh, oh! Lrop H. Girl, girl—what have you done? (crossing to LADY HARLESDON) Go from my sight—go! JEMIMA. (aside) I know he means to hang me—I know he does—oh, oh! Exit, R. Lorp H. (c.) This blow will break my heart ! Mary. (L. c.) Poor lady! Lapy H. Oh, Mary, had you not left us, our little darling had not thus been lost to her doating mother! Mary. And I will retrace and restore her to you—heaven assures me that I shall. Take comfort, dear lady, for I will devote my life to the task of her recovery. Farewell! and pray for me—for I will know neither rest nor sleep till I have given little Clementina back to your expectant arms, asking for my reward only the joy that I shall feel when I behold you once more clasp her to your heart. Exit, . LADY H, Heaven will go with you in your search, and bless you, gil : Lorp H. All will be well—with the aid of the police and the offer of a large reward Lapy H,. Oh, my lord, forgive me for the past—for heavily now am I punished for sad folly ! Lorp H. Dear Emily! (embraces and leads her off, R.) SCENE Firtu.—Street, Night. (1st grooves.) Enter MARY PRICE, R. Mary. Where shall I enquire—which way turn my steps ? for | have no clue. Oh, heaven! do thou direct and guide me. COMICLOoOokSs C©@