Jane Austen, Her Life and Letters: A Family RecordAusten-Leigh, William
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Jane Austen, Her Life and Letters: A Family Record
Austen-Leigh, William
Austen, Jane, 1775-1817; Austen, Jane, 1775-1817 -- Family; Novelists, English -- 19th century -- Family relationships
SIR,--I humbly solicit your patronage to the
following Comedy, which, though an unfinished one,
is, I flatter myself, as complete a _Mystery_ as
any of its kind.
I am, Sir, your most humble Servant,
THE AUTHOR.
THE MYSTERY, A COMEDY.
_DRAMATIS PERSONAE._
_Men._
Col. ELLIOT.
OLD HUMBUG.
YOUNG HUMBUG.
Sir EDWARD SPANGLE
_and_
CORYDON.
_Women._
FANNY ELLIOTT.
MRS. HUMBUG
_and_
DAPHNE.
ACT I.
SCENE I.--_A Garden._
_Enter_ CORYDON.
_Corydon._ But hush: I am interrupted. [_Exit_ CORYDON.
_Enter_ OLD HUMBUG _and his_ SON, _talking._
_Old Hum._ It is for that reason that I wish you to follow my advice.
Are you convinced of its propriety?
_Young Hum._ I am, sir, and will certainly act in the manner you have
pointed out to me.
_Old Hum._ Then let us return to the house. [_Exeunt._
SCENE II.--_A parlour in_ HUMBUG'S _house_. Mrs. HUMBUG _and_ FANNY
_discovered at work._
_Mrs. Hum._ You understand me, my love?
_Fanny._ Perfectly, ma'am: pray continue your narration.
_Mrs. Hum._ Alas! it is nearly concluded; for I have nothing more to say
on the subject.
_Fanny._ Ah! here is Daphne.
_Enter_ DAPHNE.
_Daphne._ My dear Mrs. Humbug, how d'ye do? Oh! Fanny, it is all over.
_Fanny._ Is it indeed!
_Mrs. Hum._ I'm very sorry to hear it.
_Fanny._ Then 'twas to no purpose that I----
_Daphne._ None upon earth.
_Mrs. Hum._ And what is to become of----?
_Daphne._ Oh! 'tis all settled. (_Whispers_ Mrs. HUMBUG.)
_Fanny._ And how is it determined?
_Daphne._ I'll tell you. (_Whispers_ FANNY.)
_Mrs. Hum._ And is he to----?
_Daphne._ I'll tell you all I know of the matter. (_Whispers_ Mrs.
HUMBUG _and_ FANNY.)
_Fanny._ Well, now I know everything about it, I'll go away.
_Mrs. Hum._} And so will I. [_Exeunt._
_Daphne._ }
SCENE III.--_The curtain rises, and discovers_ Sir EDWARD SPANGLE
_reclined in an elegant attitude on a sofa fast asleep._
_Enter_ Col. ELLIOTT.
_Col. E._ My daughter is not here, I see. There lies Sir Edward. Shall I
tell him the secret? No, he'll certainly blab it. But he's asleep, and
won't hear me, so I'll e'en venture. (_Goes up to_ Sir EDWARD, _whispers
him, and exit._)
_End of the First Act. Finis._
* * * * *
A somewhat later venture, pure extravaganza, called _Evelyn_ is
dedicated, by permission, to Miss Mary Lloyd.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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