CAD. (_faintly_.) Give me the mixture, Mrs -- CLEM. I will, dear uncle. (_Pours out the restorative mixture in a glass_.) JEL. (_going back_.) You will, Miss,--indeed! but you shan't. CLEM. Be quiet, Mrs Jellybags;--allow me at least to do something for my poor uncle. CLEM. Give me the mix-- JEL. (_prevents_ CLEMENTINA _from giving it, and tries to take it from her_.) You shan't, Miss!--You never shall. CAD. Give me the -- [Mrs JELLYBAGS _and_ CLEMENTINA _scuffle, at last_ CLEMENTINA _throws the contents of the glass into_ Mrs JELLYBAGS'S _face_.] CLEM. There, then!--since you will have it. JEL. (_in a rage_.) You little minx!--I'll be revenged for that. Wait a little till the will is read,--that's all;--See if I don't bundle you out of doors,--that I will. CLEM. As you please, Mrs Jellybags; but pray give my poor uncle his restorative mixture. JEL. To please you?--Not I! I'll not give him a drop till I think proper. Little, infamous, good-for-nothing-- CAD. Give me--oh! JEL. Saucy--man-seeking-- CLEM. Oh! as for that, Mrs Jellybags, the big sergeant was here last night--I know that. Talk of men indeed! JEL. Very well, Miss!--very well! Stop till the breath is out of your uncle's body--and I'll beat you till your's is also. CAD. Give--oh! CLEM. My poor uncle! He will have no help till I leave the room--I must go. Infamous woman! _Exit_. CAD. Oh! JEL. I'm in such a rage!--I could tear her to pieces!--the little!--the gnat! Oh, I'll be revenged! Stop till the will is read, and then I'll turn her out into the streets to starve. Yes! yes! the will!--the will! (_Pauses and pants for breath_.) Now, I recollect the old fellow called for his mixture. I must go and get some mere. I'll teach her to throw physic in my face. [_Goes out and returns with a phial--pours out a portion, and goes up to_ Mr CADAVEROUS.] JEL. Here, my dear Mr Cadaverous. Mercy on me!--Mr Cadaverous!--why, he's fainted!--Mr Cadaverous! (_Screams_.) Lord help us!--why, he's dead! Well now, this sort of thing does give one a shock, even when one has longed for it. Yes, he's quite dead! (_Coming forward_.) So, there's an end of all his troubles--and, thank Heaven! of mine also. Now for Sergeant-major O'Callaghan, and--love! Now for Miss Clementina, and--revenge? But first the will!--the will! _Curtain drops_. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Act 3. MRS JELLYBAGS.