Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor
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Mrs M [Aside, crosses to Aug.] My love, you had better go.
Asa You crave affection, _you_ do. Now I've no fortune, but I'm filling over with affections which I'm ready to pour out all over you like apple sass, over roast pork. Mrs M Mr. Trenchard, you will please recollect you are addressing my daughter, and in my presence. Asa Yes, I'm offering her my heart and hand just as she wants them with nothing in 'em. Mrs M Augusta, dear, to your room. Aug Yes, ma, the nasty beast. [Exit R.] Mrs M I am aware, Mr. Trenchard, you are not used to the manners of good society, and that, alone, will excuse the impertinence of which you have been guilty. Asa Don't know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal-- you sockdologizing old man-trap. Wal, now, when I think what I've thrown away in hard cash to-day I'm apt to call myself some awful hard names, 400,000 dollars is a big pile for a man to light his cigar with. If that gal had only given me herself in exchange, it wouldn't have been a bad bargain. But I dare no more ask that gal to be my wife, than I dare ask Queen Victoria to dance a Cape Cod reel. |
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