Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 33: what you’re looking at

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3) MARY PRICE. | ACT II. LIEUT. A. (giving his hand) You are Mary’s brother-—that is full and ample claim to my friendship. ROBERT. And I won't disgrace it, sir—believe that. And now, sir, let us hasten to the rescue of poor Mary; and woe betide the men who have dared to lay violent hands upon her. If I but get a fair grasp of their throats, Jack Ketch will be robbed of some of his perquisites ! Exeunt, L. 2 E. SCENE Fourtu.—ZInterior of White Cottage, door c.—window, R. MOTHER LEE discovered, seated. MorTuer L. Twas very kind of Bill Bulldog and his pal to get me the housekeeper’s place here at the White Cottage, after I lost the child, through going to sleep, and taking a drop too much—that’s a shocking habit, and I'll take very little for the future, (pulls a botile out of her pocket) very little, (drinks) only a drop in moderation. (drinks) So Mary is coming. Ah, bless me ! what it is to be young and handsome; now it would be a long time before a noble gentleman would take the trouble to run away with me. No matter, so I get well paid, and a little drop of comfort, I am content. BILL. (without) Halloa! Mother Lee, Mother Lee! MoTHER L. As I live, here they are. (throws open Cc. door) Music. Enter B1LL BULLDOG carrying MARY still covered with the cloak, c., NICK SAWBRIDGE follows ; they place her on achair, and remove the cloak, she is insensible. MoTHER L. Mercy upon me! why the girl is dead, she is suffocated. Nick. Then we shall lose the reward—how cursed unlucky ; first a hundred pounds for that ere blessed babby, and now as much or more for the pretty Mary. Oh, Bill, you willain! how could you have the heart to smother the poor gal? BiLu. Hold your tongue, will you, you’re just as deep in the mud as I am in the mire. Don’t stand there gaping, Mother Lee, like a fool, but fan the gal, and give her air. (thas 2s done and MARY moves) BILL. There now, she is coming to, and we'll go off; Mother Lee will manage her best. Nick. Besides, delicacy, yeu know, that’s what I considers BILL. Yes, you always was a delicate chicken. Hxewnt, C. D MoTHER L. Dear me, I’m frightened! she glares so wildly, that I think she has lost her wits; she certainly is mad, Ill run. and call his lordship. Exit, C. D. Mary. My lord, my lady, “a am I treated thus? Is this my reward for rescuing your child! And you, my fellow servants, to stand by and see me nearly murdered—quick. GomichbooksGo