Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the secondVanbrugh, John
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Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the second
Vanbrugh, John
Comedy plays; English drama -- 18th century
_Trusty._ Mr. _Poundage_----a hem! Mr. }
_Poundage_, a word with you quickly. }
}
_Pound._ [_Within._] I'll come to you presently. }
}
_Trusty._ Presently won't do, man, you must }
come this minute. } _Without._
}
_Pound._ I am but just paying a little money, }
here. }
}
_Trusty._ Cods my life! paying money? is }
the man distracted? come here I tell you, }
to my lady, this moment, quick! }
[_~Trusty~ returns._
Lady _Town._ Will the monster come or no?----
_Trusty._ Yes, I hear him now, Madam, he is hobbling up, as fast as he
can.
Lady _Town._ Don't let him come in--for he will keep such a babbling
about his accounts,----my brain is not able to bear him.
[_~Poundage~ comes to the door with a money-bag in his hand._
_Trusty._ O! it's well you are come, Sir! where's the fifty-pound?
_Pound._ Why here it is; if you had not been in such haste, I should
have paid it by this time----the man's now writing a receipt, below,
for it.
_Trusty._ No matter! my lady says, you must not pay him with that
money, there is not enough, it seems; there's a pistole and a guinea
that's not good, in it----besides there is a mistake in the account
too----[_Twitching the bag from him._] But she is not at leisure to
examine it now; so you must bid Mr. What-d'ye-call-um call another time.
Lady _Town._ What is all that noise there?
_Pound._ Why and it please your Ladyship----
Lady _Town._ Pr'ythee! don't plague me now, but do as you were order'd.
_Pound._ Nay, what your Ladyship pleases, Madam----
[_Exit ~Poundage~._
_Trusty._ There they are, Madam----[_Pours the money out of the bag._]
The pretty things----were so near falling into a nasty tradesman's
hands, I protest it made me tremble for them----I fancy your ladyship
had as good give me that bad guinea, for luck's sake--thank you, Madam.
[_Takes a guinea._
Lady _Town._ Why, I did not bid you take it.
_Trusty._ No, but your ladyship look'd as if you were just going to bid
me, and so I was willing to save you the trouble of speaking, Madam.
Lady _Town._ Well! thou hast deserv'd it, and so for once----but hark!
don't I hear the man making a noise yonder? though I think now we may
compound for a little of his ill humour----
_Trusty._ I'll listen.
Lady _Town._ Pr'ythee do.
[_~Trusty~ goes to the door._
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