MRS. G. Of course I am! It was a plan of Betsy’s and mine to punish you—the pistols were loaded with powder—the Gendarme is only the waiter, (WAITER bows and exit, 3 E. L.) and as no harm has been done——
BETSY. I hope, sir, you’ll forgive me?
GREEN. Forgive you! I’m so happy I’ll forgive the whole world!
(to the Audience) Pity the failings of a poor young man,
Whose trembling tongue——
MRS. G. Pray hold it—if you can!
They don’t want pathos, try to make them smile,
I’ll do it for you—something in this style:—
(to the Audience) Confiding wives with husbands prone to roam,
Still hold the check string when they stray from home,