Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 24: what you’re looking at

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ACT II.] MARY PRICE. | 21 through the window) No, you shan’t—ah! (screaming) Bill, help! —the baby! (music—Tommy thrusts the old Giesy away, and again bolts towards the window—MoTueEr LEE continues screaming, “ Bill! the child, the child !’—BiLut runs on, R. 1E., and seizes ToMMY’s leg, when he is half out of window, and pulls him back—Tommy draws a stout cudgel from under his coat, and striking Bru on the head, floors him, then hits right and left at Nick and the CADGERS, who enter every way-—the cudgel is knocked from ToMMyY’shand and he is seized—after a struggle he slips out of has over- coat, leaving it in their hands, and running up, jumps on to the chair, placing one leg out of window, drawing and presenting a brace of pistols, at the CADGERS, who are following again to seize him—all stand back) Tommy. You haven’t got me yet, and you ain’t a going to have me—not likely, not likely !—ha, ha, ha! (BILL zs endea- vouring to rise—tableau) END OF THE FIRST ACT. ACE TT ScENE First.—Street. (1st Grooves) Enter BILL BULLDOG, his head bound up, NICK SAWBRIDGE and ROBERT PRICE, L. BILL. (R.) Clean gone, clean gone ! not a trace—that I should be so reg’larly took in, and have my head smashed, and all by a idiot, and I’m such a sensible feller, too. Nick. (c.) Well, it are aggrawating. ROBERT. (L. C.) But what is all this ? and what the cause of that uproar, which brought me from my bed? Bru. l’ve lost a babby; that’s what it is. Nick. Yes; lost a babby that we had found. RosertT. I do not understand. Biitu. Don’t understand what a babby is ? well, a kid then— that’s plain English, I believe. Nick. A blessed infant, that was worth at least two hundred pounds to us. Bini. And, to think that a idiot should have sense to commit such a heartless robbery on poor industrious chaps. But never mind, bad luck now, wuss another time. Nick. What’s to be the next move, Bill? Bitut. Why, we shall move off to quod if we don’t look out ; COMICLOOoKS (©