Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor
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page 73 of 110 (66%)
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is getting along? Wal, darn me, if the dying swallow ain't pitching
into ham and eggs and home-made bread, wal, she's a walking into the fodder like a farmer arter a day's work rail splitting. I'll just give her a start. How de do, Miss, allow me to congratulate you on the return of your appetite. [Georgina scream.] Guess I've got a ring in her pretty nose now. [Looks off, R.] Hello! here comes the lickers and shooters, it's about time I took my medicine, I reckon. Enter, from R. 2. E., Sir E., Mrs. M. Florence, Vernon, Augusta, De Boots, Wickens, Coyle, Sharpe, Binny, Skillet, Buddicombe, two servants in livery, carrying tray and glasses, a wine basket containing four bottles to represent champagne, knife to cut strings, some powerful acid in one bottle for Asa--pop sure. Sir E Now to distribute the prizes, and drink to the health of the winner of the golden arrow. Flo And there must stand the hero of the day. Come, kneel down. Asa Must I kneel down? Flo I am going to crown you Capt. of the Archers of Trenchard Manor. Asa [Aside to Florence.] I've got the ship. Flo No; have you? |
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