Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 21: what you’re looking at

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12 MARY PRICE. [ACT E. raise up such a vision to thine eyes as should fill thee with wonder and amazement! But I have it—lend me thy hand- kerchief. (JEMIMA gives 7t) Now, while I bind your eyes, this little dear may run and have a geambol on the grass. Music—MoTHER LEE binds the handkerchief over JEMI- MA’S eyes, and takes from her the CHILD, which BILL BULLDOG and NICK SAWBRIDGE seize, and run off with her, XU, E: (R. C.) Now, in a minute you will see the vision— your future husband, a young nobleman, coming in his carriage to take yor to be married, and all the neighbours gathered round the church to wish you joy. JEMIMA. (L. Cc.) Oh! that would be a sight. A nobleman and a carriage too—but I see nothing yet. Morner L. You must have patience. Stir not from tha: spot until the vision rises to your view. My child, nave patience— patience, patience ! Music.—extt MOTHER LEE, cautiously, R. U. E. JEMIMA. (her eyes stall bound) The vision’s a long time making its appearance. I see nothing yet of the young noble- man, coming to take me in his carriage to be married. Dear me, what a time he takes—and where are all the neighbours assembled round the church to wish me joy? I don’t see one of them—no, nor even the church. I say, old mother gipsy, } I hope you're not deceiving me! Enter Tommy, the Idiot, as lucifer match vendor, L. U. E. JEMIMA. Why, the old gipsy don’t even answer me. She is certainly an infamous old cheat. But I'll untie the handke: * chief. To tell me I should see the young nobleman, my futur: ; husband, before my very eyes. (JEMIMA has unbound her eye: and perceives TOMMY staring her full in the face) Oh dear! O) lord! What apparition’s that? You never can be the youn; . nobleman, I’m sure. , Tom. No; poor Tommy can’t be a nobleman in such a dres as this—not likely, not likely. JEMIMA. (looking around) Mercy upon me !—where is tk dear child? Oh! this is some wicked plot to ruinme. What will his lordship and her ladyship say? Miss Clementina! Where are you! Cometome. Oh! I shall cry my eyes ou The child is lost. (to Tommy) Did you see anything of a litt) girl? Quick! Answer me! Tom. Yes; two wicked fellows ran away with the child No use stopping 1 in the park—won’t find her here—not likely- not likely. | JEMIMA. Help, there! Police! Park keepers! Everyboa Gomicvdooks