Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 25: what you’re looking at

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22 MARY PRICE. |ACT If. so we must make a good haul at once, and then do for our- what the beaks would like to do for us. Nick. How do you mean, Bill? Bitt. Why transport ourselves out of the country for a while; so come here, Bob. ROBERT. (crossing to BILL) Well? BILL. You've forgot, you say, where your sister lives ? ROBERT. Alas, yes ! Briu. Well, I ain’t forgot ; never forgets nothin’ what’s likely to be adwantageous to this here individual’s interest. RopeRT. And you will tell me Bruu. In course, and you shall go and see her. RoBerT. Oh, yes, yes ! Bitt. And then ask Mary to give you a night’s lodging in the house; and, when all are snug asleep, just let us quietly in, and we shall find heaps of money and plate, and RosertT. Villain! Bini. Holloa! there’s languidge ;—what do you mean ? ROBERT. You dare propose to me that I should ruin, and make the victim of a degrading suspicion, the sister who would give her life to secure my happimess! Oh! I must indeed be fallen, when wretches like to these can suppose me capable of such unparalleled treachery ! Nick. Ain’t you our pal? Brit. Didn't we pick you up ? Nick. (u.) And take you n—— Bitt. And grub you—and do for you! I've said it afore, there ain’t a morsel of gratitude in the whole univarsal world! Rosert. (c.) And yet I thank you that yon have proposed this to me. Brit. Ah, he’s coming round ! Nick. I thought he would. ROBERT. You have opened my eyes fully to the peril in which I so long have stood; harkye, we part now and for ever —proceed not with the design which you have just now men- tioned, and, for me, you are safe—pursue it, and I swear I will denounce you! (crosses to L.) Britt. Oh! but, Mister Bob, you are not going like that ? Nick. Not exactly. ROBERT. You dare not attack me here, for you would seal your own ruin. Oh, thank heaven! that it is not yet too late to draw back from the abyss which so long has yawned be- neath my feet—for honest industry henceforth all my thoughts, and I will yet be an honour to the memory of the dear parents now mouldering in their grave. Exit, L. Brit. Well, I never met with sich shameful treatment in all EOPMICLOOKS. GO