Puffy and his gal.
Sir Edward Trenchard |
Mr. Vernon, take her, she’s yours, though Heaven knows what I shall do without her. |
Mrs. Mountchessington |
Rising. Ah, Sir Edward, that is just my case; but you’ll never know what it is to be a mother. Comes down, L. C. Georgina, Augusta, my dears, come here. They come down each side of her. You’ll sometimes think of your poor mamma, bless you. Aside to them. Oh, you couple of fools. |
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Bumps their foreheads. Lord Dundreary has business with Georgina, then leads her to a seat, L. |
Capt. De Boots |
To Lord Dundreary. Why, Fred, we’re all getting married! |
Lord Dundreary |
Yes, it’s catching, like the cholera. |
Mr. Binny |
I ’ope, Sir Edward, there’s no objections to my leading Miss Sharpe to the hymenial halter. |
Sir Edward Trenchard |
Certainly not, Mr. Binny. |
Mr. Buddicombe |
To Lord Dundreary. And Skillet and I have made so bold, My lord— |
Lord Dundreary |
Yes, you generally do make bold—but bless you, my children—bless you. |
Asa Trenchard |
Say, you, lord, buttons, I say, whiskers. |
Lord Dundreary |
Illustrious exile? Comes down. |
Asa Trenchard |
They’re a nice color, ain’t they? |
Lord Dundreary |
Yes, they’re all wight now. |
Asa Trenchard |
All wight? no, they’re all black. |
Lord Dundreary |
When I say wight I mean black. |
Asa Trenchard |
Say, shall I tell that sick gal about that hair dye? |
Lord Dundreary |
No, you needn’t tell that sick gal about that hair dye! |
Asa Trenchard |
Wal, I won’t, if you don’t want me to. |
Lord Dundreary |
Aside. That man is a damned rattlesnake. |
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Goes up, sits in Georgina’s lap—turns to apologize, sits in Augusta’s lap—same business with Mrs. Mountchessington, then goes back to Georgina. |
Asa Trenchard |
Miss Georgina. She comes down. How’s your appetite? Shall I tell that lord about the beefsteak and onions I saw you pitching into? |
Georgina |
Please don’t, Mr. Trenchard, I’m so delicate. |
Asa Trenchard |
Wal, I won’t, if you don’t want me to. |
Georgina |
Oh, thank you. |
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Backs upstage and sits in Lord Dundreary’s lap, who has taken her seat. |
Asa Trenchard |
Miss Gusty. Augusta comes down. Got your boots, hain’t you? |
Augusta |
Yes, Mr. Trenchard. |
Asa Trenchard |
How do they fit you? Say, shall I tell that fellow you were after me first? |
Augusta |
Extravagantly. Not for the world, Mr. Trenchard. |
Asa Trenchard |
Mimicing. Wal, I won’t, if you don’t want me to. |
Asa Trenchard |
To Mrs. Mountchessington. Mrs. Mountchestnut. |
Lord Dundreary |
Coming down. Sir, I haven’t a chestnut to offer you, but if you’d like some of your native food, I’ll order you a doughnut? |
Asa Trenchard |
I dough not see it. |
Lord Dundreary |
Laughs. That’s good. |
Asa Trenchard |
Yes, very good. |
Lord Dundreary |
For you. |
Asa Trenchard |
Oh, you get out, I mean the old lady. |
Lord Dundreary |
Mrs. Mountchessington, this illustrious exile wishes to see you. Mrs. Mountchessington comes down. |
Asa Trenchard |
Wal, old woman? |
Mrs. Mountchessington |
Old woman, sir? |
Asa Trenchard |
Got two of them gals off your hands, haven’t you? |
Mrs. Mountchessington |
I’m proud to say, I have. |
Asa Trenchard |
Shall I tell them fellows you tried to stick them on me first? |
Mrs. Mountchessington |
You’ll please not mention the subject. |
Asa Trenchard |
Wal, I won’t, if you don’t want me to. Backs up;—curtseying;—knocks back against Lord Dundreary, who is stooping to pick up a handkerchief. They turn and bunk foreheads. Say, Mr. Puffy. Mr. Binny comes down. Shall I tell Sir Edward about your getting drunk in the wine cellar? |
Mr. Binny |
You need not—not if you don’t like unto. |
Asa Trenchard |
Wal, I won’t, if you don’t want me to. |
Mr. Binny |
Remember the hold hadage. “A still tongue shows a wise ’ead.” |
Asa Trenchard |
X Q’s me. |
Mr. Binny |
O, I, C. Goes up. |
Florence Trenchard |
Comes down, L. Well cousin, what have you to say to us? Mary comes down R. of Asa Trenchard. |
Asa Trenchard |
Wal, I ain’t got no ring, to put in your noses, but I’s got one to put on your finger. To Mary. And I guess the sailor man has one to put on yours, and I guess you two are as happy as clams at high water. |
Florence Trenchard |
I am sure you must be very happy. |
Asa Trenchard |
Wal, I am not so sure about my happiness. |
Florence Trenchard |
Why, you ungrateful fellow. What do want to complete it? |
Asa Trenchard |
To Audience. My happiness depends on you. |
Florence Trenchard |
And I am sure you will not regret your kindness shown to Our American Cousin. But don’t go yet, pray—for Lord Dundreary has a word to say. Calls Lord Dundreary. |
Lord Dundreary |
Sneezes. That’s the idea. |
Curtain.
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