St. Patrick's Day; Or, The Scheming Lieutenant: A Farce in One ActSheridan, Richard Brinsley
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St. Patrick's Day; Or, The Scheming Lieutenant: A Farce in One Act
Sheridan, Richard Brinsley
Comedy plays; English drama -- 18th century
LAURETTA.
How this booby stares after him! [_Sits down and sings_.]
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Lauretta!
LAURETTA.
Not so free, fellow! [_Sings_.]
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Lauretta! look on me.
LAURETTA.
Not so free, fellow!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
No recollection!
LAURETTA.
Honest Humphrey, be quiet.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Have you forgot your faithful soldier?
LAURETTA.
Ah! Oh preserve me!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
’Tis, my soul! your truest slave, passing on your father in this
disguise.
LAURETTA.
Well now, I declare this is charming—you are so disguised, my dear
lieutenant, and you look so delightfully ugly. I am sure no one will
find you out, ha! ha! ha!—You know I am under your protection; papa
charged you to keep close to me.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
True, my angel, and thus let me fulfil——
LAURETTA.
O pray now, dear Humphrey——
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Nay, ’tis but what old Mittimus commanded. [_Offers to kiss her_.]
_Re-enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Laury, my—hey! what the devil’s here?
LAURETTA.
Well now, one kiss, and be quiet.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Your very humble servant, honest Humphrey! Don’t let me— pray don’t let
me interrupt you!
LAURETTA.
Lud, papa! Now that’s so good-natured—indeed there’s no harm. You did
not mean any rudeness, did you, Humphrey?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
No, indeed, miss; his worship knows it is not in me.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I know that you are a lying, canting, hypocritical scoundrel; and if
you don’t take yourself out of my sight——
LAURETTA.
Indeed, papa, now I’ll tell you how it was. I was sometime taken with a
sudden giddiness, and Humphrey seeing me beginning to totter, ran to my
assistance, quite frightened, poor fellow, and took me in his arms.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh! was that all—nothing but a little giddiness, hey!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
That’s all, indeed, your worship; for seeing miss change colour, I ran
up instantly.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, ’twas very kind in you!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And luckily recovered her.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
And who made you a doctor, you impudent rascal, hey? Get out of my
sight, I say, this instant, or by all the statutes—
LAURETTA.
Oh now, papa, you frighten me, and I am giddy again!—Oh, help!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
O dear lady, she’ll fall! [_Takes her into his arms_.]
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Zounds! what before my face—why then, thou miracle of impudence!—[_Lays
hold of him and discovers him_.]—Mercy on me, who have we here?—Murder!
Robbery! Fire! Rape! Gunpowder! Soldiers! John! Susan! Bridget!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Good sir, don’t be alarmed; I mean you no harm.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Thieves! Robbers! Soldiers!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
You know my love for your daughter—
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Fire! Cut-throats!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And that alone—
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Treason! Gunpowder!
_Enter a_ SERVANT _with a blunderbuss_.
Now, scoundrel! let her go this instant.
LAURETTA.
O papa, you’ll kill me!
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