Mrs. T. Who’s married?
Grim. She—she—Marietta—married—to—ten thousand fiends!
Exit in a state of desperation, R. 3 E.
Mrs. T. Married to ten thousand fiends! I wish I could find my little fiend—stop—stop—explain yourself.
Exit after Grimbaldi, R. 3 E,
Re-enter Todd, leading Marietta from R. D. 2 E.; he hands her across stage to L. D. 2 E. and she exits, slamming door in his face.
Todd. It’s all over! The desperate deed is done—I’m married—married—married! To be sure that’s an accident to which our weak sex is continually exposed; but, to be married to a lovely rattlesnake, and be in danger of my life from a ferocious rival—that’s horrible! (calling at door, L. 2 E.) Marietta! Perhaps she’ll relent now she’s my wife! If she only listens to me. Marietta! (tries door and finds it fastened) She’s fastened the door! (speaking through the keyhole) Marietta! my angel!
Re-enter Mrs. Todd, R. 3 E.
Mrs. T. (R., sees Todd) ’Tis he!
Todd. (speaking through keyhole, L. 2 E.) One word! one little word, from those sweet lips, (to himself) No answer? Put one of those brilliant eyes to the keyhole, and observe me (takes chair, and sits opposite door) kneeling on my knees before your door, and swearing never to quit this painful posture till you take pity on me.