Hobson's Choice by Harold Brighouse
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have the lad.
ADA. I'm trusting him to make the future right. MAGGIE. It's as bad as I thought it was. Willie, you wed me. ADA (_weakly_). It's daylight robbery. (_Moves slightly_ L.) WILLIE. Aren't you going to put up a better fight for me than that, Ada? You're fair giving me to her. MAGGIE. Will Mossop, you take your orders from me in this shop. I've told you you'll wed me. WILLIE. Seems like there's no escape. (_Sits in arm-chair_.) ADA (_angry_). Wait while I get you to home, my lad. I'll set my mother on to you. MAGGIE. Oh, so it's her mother made this match! WILLIE. She had above a bit to do with it. MAGGIE. I've got no mother, Will. WILLIE. You need none, neither. MAGGIE. Well, can I sell you a pair of clogs, Miss Figgins? |
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