Roy. Ha! ha! ha!
“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
Bess. It’s Marcus, and you have told me. (Exit C.)
May. Stop! stop! Bess! I hear nothing.
Roy. Let her go; no doubt she’ll meet Marcus, and, having found him, she’ll mark-us no more. Do you know, May, I’m getting anxious about that young man.
May. He’s a very agreeable fellow, seems honest, and is fast winning the affections of Bess.
Roy. Yes, I know all that you know; but what we don’t know is what bothers me. When, in pursuit of happiness, I made my way to the humble but comfortable residence of the late Mrs. Bradley, you being the attraction, I found this young man paying court to Bess in the parlor, while I emulated his example by making love to you in the sitting-room.
May. They were well called suite (soot) er rooms, ha! ha! ha!
Roy. Allow me to correct your pronunciation for suite (sweet) er, rooms, they must have been, with two pair of lovers. Well, Mrs. Bradley died. You must have a home; there was nothing to hinder, and we were married, came here, and brought Bess with us, a welcome addition to our household.