Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor
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Asa [Repeats business.] Dun [Comes down, takes off hat, looking in it.] There must be something alive in that hat. [Goes up, and commences again.] The rose is red, the violet's blue, sugar is sweet, and so is somebody, and so is somebody else. Asa puts yoke on Dundreary's shoulders gently. Dundreary comes down with pails. Dun I wonder what the devil that is? [Lowers one, then the other, they trip him up.] Oh, I see, somebody has been fishing and caught a pail. [Goes hopping up stage, stumbling over against spinning wheel. Looks at yarn on stick.] Why, what a little old man. [Sees Asa.] Say, Mr. Exile, what the devil is this? Asa That is a steam engine, and will bust in about a minute. Dun Well, I haven't a minute to spare, so I'll not wait till it busts. [Crosses to R., knocks against private box, R. H., apologizes.] Asa Say, whiskers, I want to ask a favor of you. Dun [Attempts to sneeze.] Now I've got it. Asa Wal, but say. [Dundreary's sneezing bus.] |
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