Next Door Neighbours: A Comedy; In Three ActsInchbald, Mrs.
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Next Door Neighbours: A Comedy; In Three Acts
Inchbald, Mrs.
English drama (Comedy)
HENRY.
Sir George, I spoke so rudely to you at first, that I know no other
way to shew my humility, than to accept your present without
reluctance.--I do therefore, as the gift of benevolence, not as the
insult of better fortune.
SIR GEORGE.
You have a brother, have not you?
HENRY.
No, Sir--and only one sister.
SIR GEORGE.
A sister is it? well, let me see your father and your brother--your
sister I mean--did not you say?--you said a sister, did not you?
HENRY.
Yes, Sir.
SIR GEORGE.
Well, let me see your father and her; they will rejoice at their good
fortune I imagine, and I wish to be a witness of their joy.
HENRY.
I will this moment go to our lawyer, extricate my father, and we will
all return and make you the spectator of the happiness you have
bestowed.
Forgive my eagerness to disclose your bounty, sir, if, before I have
said half I feel, I fly to reveal it to my father; to whom I can more
powerfully express my sensations--than in your presence. [_Exit._
SIR GEORGE.
That bait has taken--and now, if the sister will only be as grateful.
_Enter_ BLUNTLY.
BLUNTLY.
Dear sir, what can you have said to the young man? I never saw a
person so much affected!
SIR GEORGE.
In what manner?
BLUNTLY.
The tears ran down his cheeks as he passed along, and he held
something in his hand which he pressed to his lips, and then to his
heart, as if it was a treasure.
SIR GEORGE.
It is a treasure, Bluntly--a hundred Guineas.
BLUNTLY.
But for which, I believe, you expect a greater treasure in return.
SIR GEORGE.
Dost think so Bluntly?--dost think the girl is worth a hundred pounds?
BLUNTLY.
If she refuses, she is worth a thousand--but if she complies, you have
thrown away your money.
SIR GEORGE.
Just the reverse.
BLUNTLY.
But I hope, sir, you do not mean to throw away any more thus--for
although this sum, by way of charity, may be well applied, yet indeed,
sir, I know some of your creditors as much in want as this poor
family.
SIR GEORGE.
How!--You are in pay by some of my creditors I suppose?
BLUNTLY.
No, Sir, you must pay them, before they can pay any body.
SIR GEORGE.
You are impertinent--leave the room instantly, and go in search of
this sister; now, while the son is gone to release his father.--Tell
her, her brother is here, and bring her hither immediately.
BLUNTLY.
But, sir, if you will only give me leave to speak one word--
SIR GEORGE.
Do, speak; [_Goes to the chimney-piece and takes down a pistol_] only
speak a single syllable, and I'll send a ball instantly through your
head.
BLUNTLY.
I am dumb, Sir--I don't speak indeed, Sir--upon my life I don't. I
wish I may die if I speak a word.
SIR GEORGE.
Go on the errand I told you; and if you dare to return without the
girl this is your fate. [_Holding up the pistol._
BLUNTLY.
Yes, Sir. [_Exit._
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