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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume II
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Glee —Connor, O'Toole, and Blowhard
Capt
Gin cures love, my boys, and gin cures the colic;
O'T
Gin fits a man for fight, or fits him for a frolic;
Blow
Come, we'll have another go, then hey for any rollic!
Trio
Come, we'll have another go, and hey then for a rollic!
Blow.– Lass! (to an attendant, whom he chucks under the chin,) some more jacky! Connor, do you still
Bend at the shrine of her on Ludgate-hill?
OT. (contemptuously).– Zounds! a cit's helpmate. That would never do.
One of us Guards, and one of taste like you.
Capt.– Faith, honest Blowhard, and you, my pal, O'Toole,
Tho' fond of flirting, yet your friend's no fool!
Think ye that I could live upon my pay,
And keep four wives on three and six a day?
No. Let me have a monied mistress still,
My El Dorado be a tradesman's till.
Love fed by flimsies, is the love that thrives,
And let the mercers keep the Guardsman's wives.
O'T.– I see how matters stand, my trump; enough.
Blow. (to O'T.) – He's wide awake, Tim. (To the Capt.) Con. you're up to snuff!
Capt.– Come, one more round of jacky, and we part, —
I, to the peerless lady of my heart
In Stamford-street; – to Knightsbridge barrack you;
And mind don't split that I was out at Kew.
(They take each another johnny, shake hands, and separate. The scene closes.)
Scene III
A drawing-room; doors in the flat; one opening into Miss Juliana Smashaway's boudoir, and the other to her bed-chamber. She is discovered standing at the window in a pensive attitude. She sighs heavily, and rubs her temples with "eau de Cologne."
Miss S.– He comes not – half-past four! Ah, fickle Connor!
Is this thy plighted faith, and thrice-pledged honour?
Was it for this, I waived a grocer's hand,
And twice refused a counter in the Strand,
Sent back an offer from a Tenth Hussar,
And without warning left Soho bazaar,
Rejected Griskin, that rich man of mutton;
Shy'd Lincoln Stanhope, and cut Manners Sutton?
(Sudden noise. Voices without.)
1st voice.– Fare's sixteen-pence, and with one bob I'm shamm'd! Fork out the four-pence!
2nd voice. First I'd see you d – d!
(Door opens. Clipclose rushes in, and embraces Miss Smashaway.)
Miss S. (with considerable spirit.) – Unhand me, fellow! Whence this bold intrusion?
I think I'll faint, I feel in such confusion.
Duet —Clipclose and Miss S.– ("Pray Goody.")
Mr. C
Oh, come, Juliana, lay aside your anger and surprise;
One trifling kiss you'll scarcely miss, you know.
I saw a ready pardon seal'd already in your eyes,
Else, 'pon my soul! I scarce had ventur'd so.
Miss S
True, sir; but you, sir,
Should recollect what's due, sir,
To one so young and innocent
Mr. C
As pretty Missus Ju –
Oh, come, Miss S. do lay aside your anger and surprise;
A trifling kiss you'll scarcely miss, you know.
I saw a ready pardon seal'd already in your eyes,
Else, 'pon my soul! I had not ventur'd so.
(Cab stops suddenly at the door. Miss S. looks out alarmed. Loud knocking. Alarum.)
Miss S.– Lost – lost for ever!
Mr. C. Pray, madam, what's the matter?
Miss S.– Heard ye no broadsword on the pavement clatter?
Mr. C.– A broadsword! Zounds! My teeth begin to chatter!
Miss S.– Where shall I hide him? – (Opens the chamber door.) – In, sir, or you 're dead.
Mr. C.– Can nothing save me?
Miss S. Creep beneath the bed.
Capt
Gin cures love, my boys, and gin cures the colic;
O'T
Gin fits a man for fight, or fits him for a frolic;
Blow
Come, we'll have another go, then hey for any rollic!
Trio
Come, we'll have another go, and hey then for a rollic!
Blow.– Lass! (to an attendant, whom he chucks under the chin,) some more jacky! Connor, do you still
Bend at the shrine of her on Ludgate-hill?
OT. (contemptuously).– Zounds! a cit's helpmate. That would never do.
One of us Guards, and one of taste like you.
Capt.– Faith, honest Blowhard, and you, my pal, O'Toole,
Tho' fond of flirting, yet your friend's no fool!
Think ye that I could live upon my pay,
And keep four wives on three and six a day?
No. Let me have a monied mistress still,
My El Dorado be a tradesman's till.
Love fed by flimsies, is the love that thrives,
And let the mercers keep the Guardsman's wives.
O'T.– I see how matters stand, my trump; enough.
Blow. (to O'T.) – He's wide awake, Tim. (To the Capt.) Con. you're up to snuff!
Capt.– Come, one more round of jacky, and we part, —
I, to the peerless lady of my heart
In Stamford-street; – to Knightsbridge barrack you;
And mind don't split that I was out at Kew.
(They take each another johnny, shake hands, and separate. The scene closes.)
Scene III
A drawing-room; doors in the flat; one opening into Miss Juliana Smashaway's boudoir, and the other to her bed-chamber. She is discovered standing at the window in a pensive attitude. She sighs heavily, and rubs her temples with "eau de Cologne."
Miss S.– He comes not – half-past four! Ah, fickle Connor!
Is this thy plighted faith, and thrice-pledged honour?
Was it for this, I waived a grocer's hand,
And twice refused a counter in the Strand,
Sent back an offer from a Tenth Hussar,
And without warning left Soho bazaar,
Rejected Griskin, that rich man of mutton;
Shy'd Lincoln Stanhope, and cut Manners Sutton?
(Sudden noise. Voices without.)
1st voice.– Fare's sixteen-pence, and with one bob I'm shamm'd! Fork out the four-pence!
2nd voice. First I'd see you d – d!
(Door opens. Clipclose rushes in, and embraces Miss Smashaway.)
Miss S. (with considerable spirit.) – Unhand me, fellow! Whence this bold intrusion?
I think I'll faint, I feel in such confusion.
Duet —Clipclose and Miss S.– ("Pray Goody.")
Mr. C
Oh, come, Juliana, lay aside your anger and surprise;
One trifling kiss you'll scarcely miss, you know.
I saw a ready pardon seal'd already in your eyes,
Else, 'pon my soul! I scarce had ventur'd so.
Miss S
True, sir; but you, sir,
Should recollect what's due, sir,
To one so young and innocent
Mr. C
As pretty Missus Ju –
Oh, come, Miss S. do lay aside your anger and surprise;
A trifling kiss you'll scarcely miss, you know.
I saw a ready pardon seal'd already in your eyes,
Else, 'pon my soul! I had not ventur'd so.
(Cab stops suddenly at the door. Miss S. looks out alarmed. Loud knocking. Alarum.)
Miss S.– Lost – lost for ever!
Mr. C. Pray, madam, what's the matter?
Miss S.– Heard ye no broadsword on the pavement clatter?
Mr. C.– A broadsword! Zounds! My teeth begin to chatter!
Miss S.– Where shall I hide him? – (Opens the chamber door.) – In, sir, or you 're dead.
Mr. C.– Can nothing save me?
Miss S. Creep beneath the bed.
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