Sir William.
Ah, I'll take care ye don't read me another, Mr. Wicks; at any rate, another which contains a character resembling a member of my family—a late member of my family. I don't relish being reminded of late members of my family in this way, and being kept awake at night, thinking—turning over in my mind——
Imogen.
[Soothingly.] Of course not..
Sir William.
[Taking snuff.] Pa—a—a—h! pi—i—i—sh!
When I saw Kean, as Richard, he reminded me of no member of my family. Shakespeare knew better than that, Mr. Wicks. [To Imogen.] And therefore, ma'am, upon receiving your letter last night, acqueenting me with your intention to commence rehearsing your comedy—[glancing at Tom] his comedy——
Imogen.
[Softly.] Our comedy——