Clem. There, then!—since you will have it.
Jel. (in a rage.) You little minx!—I’ll be revenged for that. Wait a little till the will is read,—that’s all;—See if I don’t bundle you out of doors,—that I will.
Clem. As you please, Mrs Jellybags; but pray give my poor uncle his restorative mixture.
Jel. To please you?—Not I! I’ll not give him a drop till I think proper. Little, infamous, good-for-nothing—
Cad. Give me—oh!
Jel. Saucy—man-seeking—
Clem. Oh! as for that, Mrs Jellybags, the big sergeant was here last night—I know that. Talk of men indeed!
Jel. Very well, Miss!—very well! Stop till the breath is out of your uncle’s body—and I’ll beat you till your’s is also.
Cad. Give—oh!
Clem. My poor uncle! He will have no help till I leave the room—I must go. Infamous woman! Exit.