Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor
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Sir Edward discovered seated R. of table.
Sir E The clock is on the stroke of two, and Coyle is waiting my decision. In giving her to him, I know I shall be embittering her life to save my fortune, but appearances--no, no, I will not sacrifice her young life so full of promise, for a few short years of questionable state for myself, better leave her to the mercy of chance. [Enter Florence, R. U. E.] that sell her to this scoundrel; and to myself, I will not survive the downfall of my house, but end it thus. [Raises pistol to his head. Florence seizes his arm and screams.] Flo Father, dear father, what despair is this? [Sir Edward buries his face in his hands.] If it is fear of poverty, do not think of me, I will marry this man if I drop dead in my bridal robes. Enter Binny, R. 1 E. Binny Mr. Coyle, sir who has come by happointment. Sir E I will not see him. Flo Yes, yes, show him up, Mr. Binny. [Exit Binny, R. 1 E.] Sir E Florence, I will not consent to this sacrifice. Enter Asa, Coyle and Murcott, R. 1 E. |
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