Mrs. C Insolent wretch! my son shall answer and chastise you. [Calls.] Hardress!
Hard [Advancing.] Madam.
Enter Anne Chute and Kyrle, R.
Corrig Miss Chute! }
Hard Well, mother? } [Together.]
Anne Well, sir? }
Mrs. C [Aside.] Scoundrel! he will tell her all and ruin us! [Aloud.] Nothing. [Turns aside.
Corrig Your obedient.
Anne Oh! [Crosses with Kyrle and exit, L. U. E.—Music ceases.
Corrig You are in my power, ma’am. See, now, not a sowl but myself knows of this secret love of Hardress Cregan, and I’ll keep it as snug as a bug in a rug, if you’ll only say the word.