The Female Gamester - A Tragedy by Gorges Edmond Howard
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THOMAS. Ay, as she wastes the honest tradesman's dues, Which from her husband she receives to pay. But would her crime be an excuse for ours? Were that the rule, 'twould be a desp'rate world. MARIA. 'Tis not a wonder he should be distress'd. Six months are scarcely past since one cashier, In whom you know he plac'd the highest confidence, Absconded with some thousands. THOMAS. So 'tis said, [Bell rings] But time will quickly shew the truth of all. MARIA. Heard you the bell? 'tis he, just come to town. THOMAS. And well he came so late, or he had met On their retreat, that group of restless rioters, Who day and night pursue this misled woman. [Bell rings again.] It is the bell again. I am resolv'd To speak my fears, receive them as he may. MARIA. Prithee, forbear till you revolve it further. [He, goes off] Doubtless she's daily plunging into ruin The poor infatuated man her husband, Whom fondness hath made blind to her misconduct. But I must hear what passes at this meeting; Wherefore, I'll to the closet next the chamber, Where usually they meet for private conference. [She goes off.] |
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