Paris to take her gets a hundred thousand plum:
I’ll marry her for just one-half the sum.
Exit, L.
Cap. Get out, you scamp! I am completely sold:
I’ll back to bed, for it is bitter cold,
And I’ve been bit already; but to-morrow
I’ll give that girl a taste of early sorrow;
Pack up her crinoline, and off she’ll go
To Di——o Lewis, or Professor Blot.
Exit, R.